Woodpecker has verbal diarrhoea. He is either rambling on about his latest conspiracy theory, having slanging matches with colleagues about footy, trying to edge in on the latest practical joke, harassing colleagues with inane jokes or useless facts, and his favourite... going on and on AND ON
AND ON AND ON about how crap things are done around here and trying to change the world 1 company procedure at a time.
He's loud, raucous, grating and downright irritating. I'm tired of hearing his incessant noise.
I am reminded of Charlie Brown.. When he talks to his teacher and all you hear back is the muted trumpet noise. Wish I could turn his volume down to that of the muted trumpet. Least then in would be bearable. I can't concentrate on my work... can't even concentrate on writing this post. I'm
going insane! As Charlie Brown would say "I can't stand it!"
I wonder if Mrs Woodpecker wears earmuffs to bed?
Quote of the Day
"Things are more like they are now than they ever were before."
- Former U.S. President Dwight D. Eisenhower