The BoyfriendI am so sick of hearing the guy who sits over the cubicle wall from me on the phone with his girlfriend. I have barely spoken with this guy (just an occasional "hi" at the printer and such), but I know so much about his personal life from overhearing his phone calls. I know: his girlfriend's name, that she has a daughter, her daughter's name, that she works on Friday and Saturday nights (which is why they couldn't get together then for his birthday), that she's in school, and now I think she's planning a graduation party for herself. He also had an argument with his mother when she said his whole life revolved around his girlfriend. He was on the phone to a friend about it saying he wished he was back in Montana or someplace when he didn't have to deal with this kind of thing. And let's not forget the whole ring incident. Evidently he bought her a ring and the stone fell out, and it was fixed and then the stone fell out again. And today I heard that his friends said his girlfriend is hot, and he agrees! I don't know if she's really needy or if he just treats her as if she is because he always takes on this coaxing, "shmoopy" tone with her even when they're talking about the most mundane things.I guess he's nice enough, but I'm kind of getting a pukey feeling from having to hear this all the time. He's not a young kid either; he's 34. Sweetie and I talk on the phone occasionally, but we usually keep it pretty surface-level and also brief. That's another thing: this guy's phone calls to his girlfriend go on for like 10 minutes at a time, and sometimes more than once a day. That's one thing if you're at home, but at work it seems a bit much. And I know this is not a big problem or even a problem at all, but it is fun to complain about. I kind of have fun adding up all the things I know about him now even though I've hardly exchanged any words with him. My nickname for him (in my head) is The Boyfriend.Labels: work posted by Miss Rachel 4/12/2007 06:20:00 PM . . .
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