Do you ever notice how there's always that one person at work who you know everything about, but they know absolutely NOTHING about you? Doesn't it occur to them that this work relationship may be a tad one sided?
It would be a bit more bearable to hear about your souped up custom muscle car for an hour if you had ever asked one question about ME. shoot, ask me what i had for dinner.
I guess I didn't notice that sounding board was part of my job description.
I've even tried to interject. Do you know what happens? They talk over you. They keep getting louder and louder until you have no choice other than yelling or flat out giving up.
One of these days I'm going to yell. Or burst into song. I don't know what that has to do with anything, but it would be awesome nonetheless.
I mean, I don't know who wouldn't want to hear about my beater 2000 ford explore with a dent in the back named Goldie. I think i'm going to bring a picture of her in and just leave it on his desk.
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