Two and a half hours

[mousme]

Thank goodness this week of night shift is ending. I've been working for seven nights straight with Excitable!Puppy, and although he's been fine for most of the time (he even brought DVDs to watch, which was nice), tonight he's been really fidgety and loud and annoying and GAH!

Right now he's watching his trillionth episode of Family Guy, and singing along to the intro song as well as tapping out the rhythm on the metal filing cabinet near his desk.

I have asked him twice to stop. Nicely. Next time, I may make him swallow the filing cabinet.

He isn't doing it on purpose. I think he honestly can't keep a thought in his head for more than twenty-two seconds.

I also had to remind him of the Personal Space Rule. While it may be a nice guy-bonding type of thing to punch your work partner hard on the shoulder as you walk by, I am not a fan of the practise at any time, and possibly least of all at 03:00 on a Monday morning.

I wanna go home now, please.

Comments

Working With Earworms

[ankhorite.livejournal.com]

Expressing your true feelings in a non-verbal way would not be conducive to career advancement.

So, in other words, hold off on the file-cabinet-feeding scenario.