Wake me up when you shut up...

Oh the joys of Monday morning. I’m dragging ass like nobody’s business; I guess it’s good that I have nothing of real importance to do today, but still, I really just want to go back to bed at this point. But the best thing about Monday morning is (drum roll please)…hearing my wonderful “co-worker” yak for hours about her weekend, her damn kids, etc. She’s been pretty good lately since I last complained about her, but now I just want to reach over our little divider and wring her neck or at least tell her to user her “indoor voice.” You think someone who has kids (and talks about them incessantly, usually about their problems, etc.) would understand that talking ad nauseum for hours at the office in a high shrill voice that the whole floor can hear would not only be annoying but also inappropriate (especially since she rarely filters what she says; I’m not going to even start about her conversation about religion, gays, and the United Church of Christ last week.) Ughhh…I don’t even know why she sits next to us anymore…