Allow me this little rant about my everyday exposure to the whining, insipid blather of our resident under-worked, and over-respected writer. This persons voice sounds like the screeching teeth shattering sound of nails on a chalk board, it makes my skin crawl, my blood boil, my ears bleed; you get the picture. I've never attended a meeting in which he wasn't slithering around in the background whispering rude comments under his breath or loudly voicing his opinion on all matter of things that don't concern him. Almost every day his complaints and ravings are the first thing I hear when I get to work, and the last thing I hear before I leave. Constantly leaning in doorways of whom ever will listen expounding on his latest topic of misery.
Otherwise everything at work is great!