Noise levels. 5/31/2005
G., the so-called engineer, K. and P. share an office with me, along with Smiffy. The five of us sit in a room that’s 14 feet wide, and 26 feet long. And the 3 of them, G., K. and P., will chat the entire day. Non-stop. About things like office politics in the ministry, and what their neighbour’s maid did yesterday, and the price of tomatos in the market. Stupid, inconsequential things. And making personal phone calls all the time.
And they do it at the top of their voices, all of which make it difficult to concentrate. And they will inisit on playing ethnic Indian sitar music and chants on their computers. It was so bad in the office up on the hill, because we were widely spread out, but in this place, the noise is a fucking distraction. K. actually said to me once that she felt sad for me because I didn’t listen to music when working.
Well, I don’t. I appreciate music for what it is, not as a chewing gum for the ears.
- Posted in : General
- Author : thesnark
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