From the moment people walk in the office, there is so much going on. The things, the actions and the words exchanged are countless. Some regarding how they spent the weekend, how the traffic was a stand-still. Some politicking about the boss that called them at 12am, some about their personal lives, and some about the people they work with.
There is so much one could learn from all the talk that occurs on Monday morning to Friday evening. Some bosses walking in and out frantically of the meeting room (which is ideally in front of me), some other bosses instructing the preparers and reviewers to get started on the work at hand, some colleagues talking about the weekend holiday.
Having the ability to hear is a blessing all together. However, having the ability to pick up words and sounds from across the group seating could prove a heavy price to pay. The ears hurt, the mind hurts even more. At times, the mind and the heart panic for the care of a person.
I could get a headphone and shut the noise out that would last for approximately 15 minutes. For the remaining 7hours and 45 minutes, there is so many topics to hear, the sucking sounds of the vacuum cleaner, the pounding on the glass door, the laugher which fills the air.
I am still sitting at the cross-roads of talk. I hear, I reject. There are times where some words mean more than I wish to be true. Those words get stuck in my head.
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