My work has recently decided to completely re-arrange everyone's location. As a result, some new people have moved near me. One of these people is currently listening to some god-awful soft jazz. You know the kind of stuff--it is played in waiting rooms.

I guess it is supposed to be calming, but all it does is remind me of waiting rooms. It makes me antsy because I think of waiting to go in and get a filling, or flipping through copies of Highlights where all the cool puzzles have been scribbled over by some toddler with a black crayon. How am I supposed to find all of the hidden pictures when the lines are obscured by black wax?

Time for the headphones