Thursday, December 4, 2008

The Voice of Voices

There is a woman who works here who has one of those voices that goes right through you. When she talks you stop to listen because paying attention to what she is saying is slightly less excrutiating than not listening to her. It's like fingernails on a black board, or utensils scratching a dinner plate, it is just something I cannot stand and because of it I am glad she works at the complete other end of the floor and hardly ever makes it past my cubicle.

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