Pick a little, talk a little

First day off massive amounts of ibuprofen, so far so good, although if I move my mouth, its achy. But if I just stay very still……..I’m okay.

Which is a problem and here is why.

Now, I’ve said before, I love my job. Every day I can’t believe I got so lucky and had the right timing to actually be working here. It is pretty much everything I’ve asked for in a working environment and every two weeks I’m surprised at my next check. “I get ANOTHER one?”. The money is good, the people are great, its all so good.

But man oh man, do I have a talker.

She’s the girl who teaches me things here, I really like her. We’re the same age (she’s got two kids, so we’re not the same age, but literally, we are the same age), we’re both very casual dressers, and we giggle about that a lot. She’s incredibly patient with my learning curve, and she’s pretty funny.

BUT OH MY GOD. It really is an endless stream of talking. First thing in the morning, then all through the day. Today has been extra, because she’s been at the copier a lot, which is right by my desk.

And I literally have been trying not to move my face and mouth as much as possible. Because its finally starting to feel better, and I don’t want to thwart it.

But what can I do? Not talk to her? Or nod? Or say “mmm hmmm”? What surprises me most, is the amount of energy expended in talking that much. I mean, you realize once its difficult, how much energy it takes to talk so freaking much.

And then I worry about her husband. What does he do? Just let her go?

I feel horribly, writing about her, because I do like her so much, but please…PLEASE, let my little mouth rest.

That is all.