One of my friends works in a cubicle next to a woman with a shrill, squeaky, LOUD voice, who NEVER shuts up. Talks at my friend all the time.
She asked me about sound-deadening headphones.
I'm not an expert, my kids are not experts in this, but DS1 had a buddy who is an expert in all things related to computer and communication equipment.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I've worked with this type of person. I have my headset to my phone on the ready. If they come into my area I turn around, put my finger to my lips and point at the phone. They go away. If over the cube wall I will say "I'm on a call, can you keep it down?" I will also go to whomever is in charge.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Keep candies and when she starts yapping, toss one over. If she has her mouth full, maybe she can't talk.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
