There's a woman in the cubicle behind me who does not shut up for one single second.  I've already had to listen to her story about how she got into work (in a taxi - shocking!) between three and fifty thousand times, as well as which of her coworkers are out, and how far they are from the Long Island Railroad station (very far, apparently).  I can't imagine why she bothered coming to to work, becauase all she's done since coming in to work is talk about how she came in to work, at which point the work has clearly ceased.

On the brief occasions when she's not on the phone, there's another idiot man who's constantly jabbering on about his lunch every goddamn day.  He's a former Weight Watcher, so he's totally obsessed with food.  Despite the fact that he's several cubicles away, I still know - quite unintentionally, mind you - on which days he has decided to use low-fat mayonnaise (one teaspoonful) and how many Weight Watchers points it is worth (one point). 

How can it possibly be effecient to jam us all into these cubicles, when the result effect is that I can't hear a goddamn thought in my head, because all I can hear is that Karen only had to walk 7 blocks before catching a cab, despite the fact that she was bundled up for the weather (cold) and had worn sneakers?!?!?!  ARRRGGH!!!   

You know, I actually don't mind walking 40 blocks to work, it's the excrutiatingly banal conversations it has inspired Karen to tell over and over and over that are killing me.   Goddamn MTA strike!

Oh my god, she's on the phone again.  I gotta get out of here....

That is all.