WHY ME? JESUS H. CHRIST, WHY ME?
Oh my fucking god. Throats are being cleared all around me. I am being slowly and methodicallly driven insane.
One is a guy with a normal clearing sound that wouldn't bother me (much) if he didn't do it once a minute and generally in unision with the woman who is the true problem.
She has one of those sultry voices that at first sound attractive but then the more you listen to her jabber on the phone and give her fake little laugh, the more you begin to realize it grates. It really grates.
Then she catches a cold and starts clearing her throat in a dainty, suspended sort of fashion.
Sort of like.
Er.....ummmmmm. Little bits of stuff sound caught in her throat and she purringly explores them as she draws out her clearing.
A shudder of revulsion makes it nearly impossible for me to continue typing. Goddamnit. My only hope is that everyone around me is moving cubes next week and SHE WILL BE VANQUISHED.
Oh, yuck. Yet again she clears her throat. And then, as if by magic, so does the guy.
I. Am. In. Hell.
One is a guy with a normal clearing sound that wouldn't bother me (much) if he didn't do it once a minute and generally in unision with the woman who is the true problem.
She has one of those sultry voices that at first sound attractive but then the more you listen to her jabber on the phone and give her fake little laugh, the more you begin to realize it grates. It really grates.
Then she catches a cold and starts clearing her throat in a dainty, suspended sort of fashion.
Sort of like.
Er.....ummmmmm. Little bits of stuff sound caught in her throat and she purringly explores them as she draws out her clearing.
A shudder of revulsion makes it nearly impossible for me to continue typing. Goddamnit. My only hope is that everyone around me is moving cubes next week and SHE WILL BE VANQUISHED.
Oh, yuck. Yet again she clears her throat. And then, as if by magic, so does the guy.
I. Am. In. Hell.