Will you stop sighing. Please.

Time again for a bit of the written word, this is after all a showcase space for it (not for glorifying behinds):



Although I am not quite sure what it is am to write about, as the click-clack automatically strings one letter to the next on my dirty keyboard. Suppose that is what this indursty is doing to me. Automated literature. I am at work, sitting inside a cubicle-like construction, facing a white semi-wall supporting many post its reminding me to keep things in perspective, whilst the art director sitting to my left will not stop sighing. It seems intrinsic to his being - he doesn't even take the slightest of notice of my irritation as he expels yet another long and heavy groan. Sighing is a mild description of his variant. His is a unique amalgamation of growling, old-man moaning, vocal-chord grunting, all packaged into a noteworthy exhalation. He sounds unlike anything I could possibly describe. No metaphorical parallels. It's his own. He is a young man, younger than me, of statuesque build - self-important air. He freelances here. On other days he crafts at his entrepreneurial fortune. His girlfriend is the weather girl on TV. They phone each other many times a day, and he always answers the phone with a feeble 'hey hey'. He wears heavy leather shoes, sometimes more refined and pointy, but he is sure to move his feet with such vigour as he strides through the agency that, regardless of the nature of his soles, his footwear is sure to make a bold sound of announcement.



Ahh - he just sneezed! Imagine the sneezing version of groaning guy. It's loud. and projected, no question. Although he has enough etiquette not to route his guster in my direction. Whop, there he goes again. Groooowalllnnnffff...hhhhm. Evidently the man just really can not help it! Does weather girl take notice? Although, 'hey hey' leads me to believe that honeymoon period is still well-dumbing to what is bound to become worse with age. Only 24! Poor girl. Given, I don't mind the guy, in fact we actually get along rather well. I wear headphones most of the day.



I have adjusted, as has she I am sure. Adapt or die. Death by aural harassment of another man's exasperating habit.



Sigh ...