The woman who has unfortunately moved to a desk some fourty to fifty feet away from mine can go right to Mordor. From around 9am to 11am we have had the sound of her loud, braying voice incessantly bashing our eardrums. What makes it worse is when she feels the need to speak to her immediate colleagues, she
stands up, thus projecting her voice even further. I feel really sorry for the poor person she was screeching at down the phone for about 15 minutes.
I tried to drown it out by listening to The Prodigy, but this did not work. Then a man came to drill holes in the desk behind me and I could
still hear her!
I have found a lot of humour in the fact that as she sounds like a foghorn and is wearing a stripey T-shirt, she must be the Longships Lighthouse.
I feel myself turning into Windsor Davies by the minute. Any moment now I am going to stand up with an enraged, purple face and yell "
Shaddup!".
