I think I'm becoming a victim of industrial deafness.
We have one of our workers on light duties, so she's here in our office 'helping' us at the moment. Talking loudly on her mobile. Typing up documents with a hundred spelling errors in them. Getting instructions wrong. You know, helping. On account of the quality of the helping, she's now been put onto photocopying.
Lots of photocopying. 5 reams of paper, so far.
One of the bains of my existence is the fact that I share a small office with the photocopier. Pardon me, the Document Centre(TM). The sedan sized greige hulk that faxes/scans/prints/copies but yet oddly does not do windows or administer hand jobs. What it does do though is make a racket, a really, really LOUD one. It's like it's hammering out hot metal type first before running the handpress.
Sharing an office with this thing means:
a) everyone clomps in and out of my office all day long (and I consequently have to Alt+Tab off The Internetz like a demon - reaction time is up!)
b) given that we have hardwood floors, I get to listen to the combo of the clomping and the racket of the Greige Demon running full tilt and the phone (which it is my responsibility to answer)
Or is that my ears that are ringing?...