ca·coph·o·nous
adj. Having a harsh, unpleasant sound; discordant.
I'm feeling the full force of the word today because my office is full of cacophonous sounds. For the past 2 years, every single friday without fail, a band of misfits bearing musical instruments borrows the conference room next door for their weekly practice session. I'm all for people pursuing their passion for music or writing or studying -- whatever that may be -- however, I'm not sure my benevolence includes band practice. The worst part of this story is that the misfits practice with a goal in mind. They attempt to enrich our lives with their soulful melodies during two of what should be the best parties of the year for our office. Christmas and the Summer Picnic.
No one wants to be present in the office on band rehearsal day. I’ve given myself a headache clenching my teeth over the increasing pain of listening to them butcher Puff the Magic Dragon. So there are only 8 brave souls in the office today. That might also be in direct relation to the dentist-like drilling that's going on outside our windows. Yes, people are HANGING from ropes outside our windows with dentist drills. Man I love this place.
In other news, Timoni passed along this blog that I find hilarious. I could write a whole book on the stuff that happens in my office (huh Michelle) so I'm intrigued by this blog that essentially does the same thing only relatively annonymously.
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Not to rub it in, but since the Grounds had such poor internet today, I got my friend Steve to let me use some space in his office (right next door, above the Wachovia) and all afternoon I've been sitting here in silence, ocassionally interrupted by pleasant chatter, and I have thought several times already that you would love this. So I say that we all perform a coup d'eat and say that we are turning our jobs into telecommuting jobs and just all rent out an office together, one with windows and comfortable chairs. Whaddya say?
I say let's do it! We're contractors anyway. We could just tell them that our company now insists we work from our own space. Hey anything's better than our current conditions. ANYTHING.
Kim I wish I was in your quiet office playing cards with you too! How fun would that be.
Hey, - no complaints, since I'll probably have to play at the freakin' office holiday party.
"You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer ..." (ad NAUSEA-um)
I do it for the free beer.
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