Do you really need to listen to sports scores and track the minute by minute countdown (from 60 minutes) of the shuttle launch on the speakers of your computer without using headphones and then narrate your experiece for the rest of us at 8 o’clock in the morning when some of us, who require 8-10 hours of sleep, only got 6 last night because their landlady was showing the apartment until 9 o’clock at night and me and my roommate went out to see a movie?
Do you need to comment on every drawing that comes back from Jonas and tell us how hard and tough it is cause he’s such a stickler for actually making sure you get the drawing right? Do you have to sit in this shared space (there are four of us in here) and call you pharmacist for more Viagra prescriptions and haggle with your credit card company about late charges and tell us all about how tough it’s going to be for you to get to the bank after work, like the rest of us don’t have lives, too? Can you do this on your lunch break, or outside from your cell phone? Are you just a closet exhibitionist who gets off on that sort of thing, intruding on the personal spacing-out of others that gets them through their work days?
I despise sitting back here. I can’t fucking wait until these goddamn uploads are done and I can disconnect from this T-1 connection.
