Comments on: i talk too much about how i hate talking too much http://zemblangrammar.com/2006/11/25/i-talk-too-much-about-how-i-hate-talking-too-much/ Alfina the Vague: hermeneutic detective. Tue, 06 Jan 2009 21:18:10 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.7 hourly 1 By: vague http://zemblangrammar.com/2006/11/25/i-talk-too-much-about-how-i-hate-talking-too-much/comment-page-1/#comment-1225 vague Mon, 18 Dec 2006 05:38:10 +0000 http://zemblangrammar.com/?p=142#comment-1225 I am the exact same way about getting to my cube--I have perfected my technique for opening the door silently and sneaking into the cube without passing any of the earlybirds. Unfortunately, to get to the coffee, I have to pass basically everyone. I find myself weighing just how much I really want that coffee. I am the exact same way about getting to my cube–I have perfected my technique for opening the door silently and sneaking into the cube without passing any of the earlybirds. Unfortunately, to get to the coffee, I have to pass basically everyone. I find myself weighing just how much I really want that coffee.

]]> By: melanie http://zemblangrammar.com/2006/11/25/i-talk-too-much-about-how-i-hate-talking-too-much/comment-page-1/#comment-1224 melanie Wed, 13 Dec 2006 04:07:03 +0000 http://zemblangrammar.com/?p=142#comment-1224 so i know i'm really late to the party on this one, but i totally feel you. i hated, hated, HATED walking into the office every morning and having to have the same pointless exchange with the receptionist straight away, and then with everyone else as the day went on. do you really care how my night was? no. do i care about yours? definitely, no. i lived for mornings when i could make it to my cube without encountering anyone. it felt like i was getting away with something. unfortunately, that "something" wasn't murder. so i know i’m really late to the party on this one, but i totally feel you. i hated, hated, HATED walking into the office every morning and having to have the same pointless exchange with the receptionist straight away, and then with everyone else as the day went on. do you really care how my night was? no. do i care about yours? definitely, no. i lived for mornings when i could make it to my cube without encountering anyone. it felt like i was getting away with something. unfortunately, that “something” wasn’t murder.

]]> By: Igor http://zemblangrammar.com/2006/11/25/i-talk-too-much-about-how-i-hate-talking-too-much/comment-page-1/#comment-1223 Igor Tue, 28 Nov 2006 22:58:54 +0000 http://zemblangrammar.com/?p=142#comment-1223 Ba-dum, chshshsh! Ba-dum, chshshsh!

]]> By: Igor http://zemblangrammar.com/2006/11/25/i-talk-too-much-about-how-i-hate-talking-too-much/comment-page-1/#comment-1222 Igor Tue, 28 Nov 2006 22:57:51 +0000 http://zemblangrammar.com/?p=142#comment-1222 I just read an article where it said that women utter approximately 20,000 words per day, while men emit only about 7,000. Which seems like, I mean, do I <em>really</em> say "yes, dear" 3,500 times a day? Wow. I just read an article where it said that women utter approximately 20,000 words per day, while men emit only about 7,000. Which seems like, I mean, do I really say “yes, dear” 3,500 times a day?

Wow.

]]> By: vague http://zemblangrammar.com/2006/11/25/i-talk-too-much-about-how-i-hate-talking-too-much/comment-page-1/#comment-1221 vague Tue, 28 Nov 2006 06:54:22 +0000 http://zemblangrammar.com/?p=142#comment-1221 I'm glad you guys are with me on this one--honestly, I'm kind of ashamed of bitching about people who are just trying to be nice to me, but oh my god, it is seriously exhausting. I hate having to feign cheerfulness when I am actually just bored out of my mind. If I don't though, inevitably someone will come by and be all, "oh, why don't you smiiiiiile?" and then I will have to start bustin' heads, you know? I’m glad you guys are with me on this one–honestly, I’m kind of ashamed of bitching about people who are just trying to be nice to me, but oh my god, it is seriously exhausting. I hate having to feign cheerfulness when I am actually just bored out of my mind. If I don’t though, inevitably someone will come by and be all, “oh, why don’t you smiiiiiile?” and then I will have to start bustin’ heads, you know?

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