There's an Egyptian lady who sits down the hall from me. There are no other staff between us, the only in-between office is empty.
She likes to play Zamfir-type pan flute music through her computer. Most days she keeps it quite low and I can't hear it.
But all day yesterday it was just a bit too loud, and I could hear this weee-weee-weeee just enough to annoy the heck out of me.
This morning, I just sat down, and the music was at the same volume. So I had to go and ask her to turn it down just a bit. She was very apologetic, and I think I was pretty nice about it.
But it feels like it is already registered in my brain, and between the sound of the heating and the sound of the PC, I swear I can still hear an echo of the weeee-weee-weeee.
Pan flute music makes me want to kill somebody.
4 comments:
there's a lady in my office who blasts old irish songs until 9 when everyone comes in so I put up with it for the first half hour, but sometimes it does just stick in your head. Danny boy!
the irish rovers I can take
but it's death to the pan flute!
The question is: is she also drinking Irish whiskey? A wee tipple from her desk drawer?
well then she should have been pogo-ing to the pogues
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