nose-blowers and cracker-crunchers.

I’m a noise junkie. I cannot do anything in silence. I hate being alone with my thoughts, which usually whiz off in all different directions that are unnecessary. Having music helps deter my mind from going down such paths.

I sit in a cubicle for eight hours a day in a department that not only has half the lights shut off, but is DEAD. SILENT. When someone pages a person over the intercom it’s like a bomb going off. I can’t even bite into the Chicken-in-a-Biskits I keep at my desk – I’m afraid I’ll cause a heart attack from the explosion of noise.

Everybody knows my business through sound. The first week I worked here I had a cold. People literally labeled me as the snot-nosed kid because all that was heard beyond my cubicle walls was the wet noise of boogers followed directly by the thunk of a wadded up bunch of tissues flying into my garbage can.

I make great first impressions, what can I say?

My only savior is my headphones. I have an MP3 player that’s stocked with 500 songs. That’s not a lot when you spend eight hours five days a week listening to it. Alas, some songs really get me through the day.

So I sit here in my silent cubical and have fun dancing in my head while everyone else around me suffers from nose-blowers and cracker-crunchers. I make sure I’m especially obnoxious when I make the slightest movement and why not? I can’t even hear what I’m doing, my music is so loud.