Now that I'm back in the land of the cubicle farm, I have forgotten how many things there are that I don't miss....and here is public enemy #1....
Shut the hell up already!!!
In my cube farm, I am two rows of carpet and 4 rows of people away from a break room. I have on headphones at times, and always have a telecom headset on....why on God's green earth can I hear these people better than I can hear my own team that sits next to me? I don't want to hear about your gall bladder surgery, or who you think has a great skill set, or even worse...great pedigree? When the hell did work turn into the Westminster Dog Show?
I swear, it's like these people have been shouting at each other for so long they don't know that they're stuck at '11' and need to bring it down to a '2', or also known as-Inside Voice, fool!!!
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