Ah, yes. Another week where my boss is away for a conference. He travels a lot, and that’s just fine with me. I actually don’t mind it because most of the people I work with also know he is away and don’t bother to call with inane questions.

However, since our office has relocated and each of us has our own space, the boss’ absence has turned the otherwise quiet and potentially productive office into a glorified hen house. All the peri-menopausal fatties who decided the heat surge meant it was time for sheath dresses and no hose or arm coverings have been chattering away for at least 75% of the day.

Dress code violations and generalized nausea aside, it’s the noise that’s really bothering me. And, every once in a while, they notice that I am not joining them in their idle chit chat. If they knew me, and after 5 years you would think they might, they’d be able to tell how much I hate chit chatting with them. One of them attempted to have me fired at least twice, and there’s nothing on the planet that will make me want to say anything more than I absolutely must to that person.

So, I’ve turned up my music to hopefully avoid the distraction, and that’s helping. However, I’m not nearly as productive as I could be and that’s frustrating. For example, this post is way later in the day than I’d like it to be. The boss returns on Monday and hopefully we’ll be able to get back to business. Otherwise, I’m going to have to start closing my door.