Nic Narrates

Chatty Cathies are annoying as fuck, and because it’s Wednesday, in my world that means they’re also toolbags. Especially when, say, you’re trying to write a newsletter article on deadline (that maybe your boss is gunning to get his hands on so he can rewrite) and you can’t keep your train of thought for more than two lines at a time. Not cool.

Chicks are especially terrible about this, myself included.* I don’t pretend to know why. We just seem to have a lot of stuff to talk about, whether others want to hear it or not.

Of course not all Chatty Cathies are created equal. Some are more annoying than others (think movie theatres, public transportation, and during sporting events or Project Runway). Decible level has a lot to do with it too.

That’s one of the many things to loathe about cube life: the whole I-can-hear-every-GD-conversation-you’re-having with your husband/mother-in-law/divorce attorney/bra saleswoman/wedding planner/dog-walker/sex therapist/Clinique Bonus Days Consultant at Macy’s.

Over the years, it’s amounted to my knowing way too much about my fellow cube-dwellers. And today, it means I can’t get a bit of work done.

*I realize this sounds sexist, but maybe it’s like being able to make fun of your own race or family or something? No? Maybe just a little?

Filed under: "work", toolbaggery, WTF by Nic