wherein we discuss another reason my coworkers can be happy they don’t share an office with me…

I sing. Loud and long and hard. Not particularly well. Actually, particularly poorly. I don't know all the words. I make them up as I go along. I don't do karaoke. Usually while I'm cooking. Maybe in a car. Potentially walking down the street. Not in the shower. And quite often, while I work. Whistling while … Continue reading wherein we discuss another reason my coworkers can be happy they don’t share an office with me…