Don't Shake the Baby

Generalist sentiments regarding love, the art of drinking and drive by farting.

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Hello.

I just moved into a new cubical at work. In under three days I have learned everything there is to know about my neighbor. Why? Because she tells me….everything.

Hello is a seemingly innocuous term. It can open conversations or be the conversation in and of itself. I did not know however that it could lead to learning minute intimate details of a woman who’s name I only remember when I walk by her cubical label.

I know she is caring for her grandchild. I know that her son in law is an alcoholic. That said granddaughter is in therapy and that she sleeps late…often until 12 in the afternoon (gasp!). I can tell you where they will be this Saturday between the hours of 9 and 11am. I also know that Internet gaming and web surfing are very, very important to my neighbor as are alone time, early rising and Wal-Mart.

What I don’t know is why I have been blessed with this knowledge. Could be my new perfume, only started wearing it since I moved cubicles. Might have to return it.