Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack ....
At work we are required to wear our plastic access passes at all times. I have a co-worker who wears her access pass on a lanyard around her neck, and attached to the access pass is the key to her desk. Now, I don't understand the reason for this, because the key to all our desks is the same. My key opens her desk; her key opens my desk; and so on... But in any case, my co-worker has a form of ADHD and she is not able to sit still for any length of time. Do you see where I am going with this?
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack .... all day long.
I have another co-worker who sneezes. Constantly. She doesn't believe in the polite, quiet sneezes that require a Kleenex in front of the face first. She prefers the gut-busting, earth shattering, 5.9 on the Richter scale sneezes. They're always in doubles, and every time she does it, it scares the h*ll out of me.
Another of my co-workers is the sweetest person I know. She's very quiet. Often I will be working at my computer, and I will turn around to find her standing 10 inches away from my face, which of course immediately puts my heart into atrial fibrillation. "I wanted to talk to you, but you were busy, so I didn't want to disturb you."
Now, please don't get me wrong. I love my co-workers. They're wonderful people and on most days we make a great team. And I'm sure if you were to ask them, they would find things about me that makes them want to scream as well. I'm almost sure of it. But there are days when I come home from work a complete wreck.
What makes you want to scream?