i know i've vowed not to talk about work, but this is just too good ...
one of the perks of my new job is a cube by the windows (i'm taking joy in the small things) and with a new work space comes new neighbors. all of my neighbors are just fine. it's just that some, a group of contractors with whom i share a wall, seem to be living a continuous soap opera. i like to call it -
the days of their bold and restless one life to live that really needs a guiding light or they're looking at a stay in the general hospital for the desperate housewives
daily, i hear stories of missed mortgage payments, problem bosses, problem partners and general malaise. i even get to hear the sounds of anonymous chomping and smacking as one person chews with their mouth open from the time they arrive until the time they leave. but today took the prize. i wasn't privy to the question on the other end of the phone line. all i heard was -
the feet are fine. it's just the rash and asthma ...
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