Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Crunch N' Munch

So, my new office is definitely a bummer compared to my old office. At my office in the mountains I had a nice some-what large office to myself. Here, I share a VERY TINY cubicle room with 5 other people. Fortunately, but unfortunately, I'm on the back side of the cubicle sectional. So, this means the 1 office that is to my left is only used by visiting therapists and other staff members who need a place to crash when they come to our satellite office, and the other walls are shared. Unfortunately, being on the back means no window, no sunshine, no light, no nothing but a wall (which I have slap-covered with pictures because my cubicle is too small for all the pictures I had in my other office). The ladies here don't like the overhead lights. Neither do I because they give me a headache. So, they turn the lights office and use the sunshine as their beautiful natural lighting. I have none of the sort. I have a dark, dismall, hole. I've had to go out and buy a crap ton of lights for my office b/c it's soooo dark. Unfortunately, when I went to buy a lamp from Target, all they had was one with 4 arms jutting out, and the bulb covers were in shades of pink and one that is white. So, when you walk into our dark office, you see my pitiful little office glowing pink like the glowing pits of pink hell. It's terrible.
The front side of my cubicle is shared with the other ladies. Let me preface what I'm about to say with "I love these women, and I love working with this group." The person almost directly in front of me is a girl, about my age, with a little boy, a few months older than Carter. I like her. She's funny, and a bit "dippy" like me. But... she's a cruncher. Everything she eats is crunchy. She hasn't learned to close her mouth when she's eating. So, when she's crunching, I get to hear everything soooo loudly because she wont close her mouth. I get to hear her tongue slapping around her mouth, and her food moving around too. She's a little girl, and has a tiny mouth, so she does lots of quick crunching and lots of moving the food around. It's truly about to drive me crazy.
One of the other ladies in my "cubicle-room" has the only microwave that hasn't been blown up by the crazy electric sockets in this joint. She's freakin' hilarious, and I love her even more because she graduated from the same college as I did, and in the social work department like I did. But, she's a crazy eater. She eats some of the craziest, stinkiest stuff. She also shares a wall with me, along with Crunchy-Chick. Stinky-McStinkerson cooks eggs EVERY DAY. EVERY. DAY. As you know, I have extreme texture issues. Along with those texture issues is a VVVVEEEERY strong sense of smell. This does not bode well with the eggs in the morning or the stinky fish she seems to have every other day.
I'm about to die people. Not only is my sincere dislike of the tongue/seeing/hearing people eat being completely over-played, so is my since of smell.
HELP!
.... thanks for letting me vent.....

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