I love listening to music. I can do almost anything to music. Except read, watch tv, or screw. We tried it with some 80's hair band once. My ADD kept me flipping back and forth between two different grooves ; ). Maybe I should have tried to do it to the rythm and sing along .
I seriously got off track just then.
I used to be able to read and listen to music, but that has changed since I got older. But, when I am typing and doing other kinds of work, I like to have some Pandora.com going on in the background.
Most people in my office don't mind. I have even asked and everyone is cool. It makes the work day go faster. I am an adjunct prof and I never know who I will see in the adjunct office.
Well, guess who comes in. The one person in the faculty that I have ever met that "can't concentrate when music is on."
I have seen her before, tall, lanky, beady little eyes peering through these glasses. She sat by me before, to use the computer right near me, after asking me, crowding my space. I actually have enough books to occupy the whole office.
When I politely asked her if she minded the music, she said Yes. DOH! What an idiot (I was for asking)! I should have known she was not cool enough to sit by me.
Welp, here I am a few weeks later, music turned low enough for me to hear in my 2 square feet of floor space and guess who walks in? This time, sitting on the other side of the room from me. It was her, the tall, lanky one with the beady little eyes and this time I notice her frizzy puff of hair and her red cart to haul her crap around the offices.
She didn't say anything when she walked in. She sat in her spot by the computer behind the partition. I hear a voice, i don't assume she is talking to me... maybe she is talking on her cell phone.... I hear it again, she said "excuse me" ... maybe the person on the line can't hear her... I hear it again, and this time louder, only to find the person with the beady eyes looking at me, peering from behind the partition that divides us. (AHHHHHH!) "Yes," I said. "I can't concentrate with music on." (YEAH BITCH! I CAN"T CONCENTRATE WITH IT OFF!).... "Okay, sorry. I'll turn it down."
It was a bit annoying. I got over it. But, a while later, because I was concentrating on my work, I turned around to notice that the wheel barrow was gone and so was that puffy haired beady eyed, lanky woman. Who knows how long she was gone and did she bother to tell me so I could turn the jams back on? No. How rude!
