It wasn’t so bad at first. I could cope with the gum smacking and the loud voice. Well, actually that is a lie. Nice, I’ve started out my maudlin plea with a lie. I hate this person…how’s that for the truth? I’ll start out again.
Six months ago it began. It wasn’t so bad at first. A little loud and talked a lot, but as time went on more annoying and downright obnoxious behavior surfaced. A flippant attitude to the kids, talking with mouth full, sweats stuffed into slippers, loud personal calls, gossiping and on and on and on.
All of this only three feet from my desk. I have to force myself not to roll my eyes and sigh half the day.
How is a quiet, polite, professional, anxiety ridden bipolar II woman supposed to handle this day in and day out? Seven hours a day! I am either a zombie or a nervous wreck by the time I get home.
My doctor thinks the combination of this person and my friend dying has been too much on my poor little brain and it’s buckling under the added stress. Unnecessary anxiety attacks.
I’m tired of persevering. I don’t know whether I deserve it or not, but I just want a little peace of mind.