Fist of Death, Redux

The assault on my ears is incredible. I had to walk out of the office, being sure to slam my headphones down as I got up out of my chair, and tell one of my co-workers that I simply can't take any more of the LOUD NOISE from the other side of the cubicle equator. I was going for a walk, and not sure if I'd return.

I went to the skywalk, looked outside to see what was going on - then did a quick 180 towards the elevator. One of the guys in another department must have seen "the look" on my face, and he started laughing at me. I asked him what was funny - he said "What's going on?" I replied that the suite mates were driving me batty - then he told me that he used to be officed in the same suite, and it was just as bad then. AHA. It's not me. I asked him what he did to survive it - and he said "Exactly what you're doing right now. I had to take a lot of walks." We got on the elevator, and he asked me what floor - and I said "I don't really care. Whatever." He thought that was hilarious.

I did my sabbatical - walking out around the grounds for about 10 minutes, then returned to about the same atmosphere. Still a party going on over there - and the omnipresent tape dispenser was used to excess. (At least that loud FedEx guy hasn't been back in the past hour.)

Earlier in the day I asked the boss about moving to a different part of the building - even though I'd be away from my team, and he said "Something is in the works..." I hope something happens soon. I may have to bring my snake rake to work.