Back in Cubeland

I’m constantly complaining about patrons so you might get the idea that I have no problem with my coworkers. Nothing could be further from the truth. Why just today, I was back at my sumptuously appointed office (aforementioned cube with view of loading dock), working like the diligent fellow that I am. A coworker across the way said something to me, but I was so engrossed in what I was doing, I didn’t catch it. But she had to be talking to me, since everybody else in our little hive area was on the floor, providing bang-up customer service.
“Sorry,” I said, lest I give offense, “I didn’t catch that.”
“What?” the coworker inquired.
“I didn’t catch what you said to me. Could you say it again?”
“I was talking to myself,” she informed me and went back to what she was doing.
Hours later, I was back in the cube and the only other person back there did the same thing. She said something which I couldn’t understand and when I asked her what it was about, she said she’d been talking to herself.

There are many things we could surmise from this, the chief two being:

1)      Lots of lunatics go into library work;
2)      Plenty of them would rather talk to nobody than talk to me.


DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THE HIVE MEMBER WHO CRUNCHES ICE CUBES ALL DAMN DAY.