this guy needs his own blog

what a strange dynamic the two that share an office behind me have. every day, every SINGLE FUCKING DAY, when i get here at 8 am, the first hour (at least) of my day is filled with me trying to work over the babbling from these two. they are both men, they are both married with children, they are both on the IT team, they both apparently complete each other's day. there's chatty cathy-the one who does most of the talking- and his com padre who sits there and listens diligently. i wouldn't give a shit, i mean, people visit with one another all the time in this place, but the guy is loud. there is no reason why i should be able to hear every word that comes out of his mouth. i know little details about his son's each and every baseball game. i know about his dad's battle with cancer. i know that last friday he was grilling out with his neighbor and that on saturday he mowed his father's lawn. i know what time he goes to bed at night and what time he plans to rise the next morning. i also know that when his son lost a game recently the kid started crying and all about the life lesson he expected his son to gain from tee-ball. i think that he should have told his son to get over it because you can't win every fucking game and crying about it is going to give you a whole other set of reasons to cry...like the fact that no one wants you on their team because you are a pussy.

now for the listener. he can't possibly enjoy having all this information shelled out to him each day, like fucking clockwork. he doesn't ever add to the conversation or ask questions or laugh (because nothing is fucking funny), so why entertain the guy? he has a wife at home who SHOULD be his friend and companion, so why come unload everything on you each morning? quiet guy has been sick and coughing up all kinds of shit...i am sure that he could enjoy some peace and quiet once in a while. so why doesn't he just stop entertaining chatty cathy?

so...i have been in this location for over a month now and i have just wondered. but just now when i was coming back from the bathroom the quiet guy was trying to walk away and chatty cathy was at the door like a fucking puppy dog talking about what he has to do in the morning so he might be late and so he doesn't know when he will see him and blah blah blah, and i am like, go fuck each other already. and you don't want to do that, then how about help me get some of this work done since it's obviously not evenly distributed around this place.

wow. had to vent.