this morning #1731.
this morning, someone somewhere in this office was engaging in a bit of nondescript intermittent whistling. couldn’t make out who it was. a male voice, i think. not constant but enough where, every time it stopped, my brain slipped into a state of anticipation. as far as i could tell, it wasn’t a tune that i’ve ever heard. in fact, it didn’t qualify as a tune at all. straight-up freestyle whistle scatting while they typed. given how i’d snapped at my team member last week, i felt it was in my best interest to keep quiet. endure the annoyance. don’t want to develop a reputation as the office asshole. definitely not now. not when i’m starting to get some recognition for my job performance. maybe once i’ve climbed a rung or two higher.