Sunday, June 23, 2013

Frantic Home Not-So-Sweet Home

I had gotten off the wrong exit to get to work.. it was as if I had been working back in Seattle... and for some reason, since I already got off the freeway I couldn't drive... I had to walk.... so it was something like 4  blocks uphill before I could cross over for the straight shot to work.

Once there, it was my current office now and I found out that he had relocated and was now working from my office - they moved him and his co-worker to sit behind me... he directly behind me.. her behind him.  Uggghhh.

To block out him and her talking back and forth I stuck my headphones in and started playing my music... but then realized for some reason it was playing really loud through speakers at my desk... I adjusted the volume down... put the headphones back in and then pulled them out to find the music was still too loud.. adjusted the volume again.

My desk was covered in and full of Costco sized cleaning supplies.. that I was trying to quickly organize and put away so I could get to my work and focus on what had to actually be done... I went to take some things to the recycle bin and found the music was loud again.. turned it down and tried to pull the batteries out or fiddle with the headphones only or headphones and speakers switch that was under the battery compartment.

Across from he who now sat behind me, was another co-worker from another site, and I looked at him with big eyes and tilted my head towards the cube... he knows of the situation and shrugged... I felt frantic... a Senator, his wife and son had arrived for a presentation  (a senator, wtf? - I don't fucking do politics!) - but they arrived at the 2nd building across the parking lot.  I went to go retrieve them and realized that Mötley Crüe - Home Sweet Home started playing through the speakers - there was nothing I could do - I had to leave to redirect these guest to the correct place.... but I started running when I realized after that song is over something else could come on and louder than what I left it when I left.   Part of me wanted him to use it as an excuse to be moved away from me.. but I was not wanting to annoy the whole office...

As I was running back my pant legs seemed to just get longer and longer making running really difficult...


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