Bear blog

Being around other people is a chore.

 

I get to do whatever the hell I want during my lunch hour but the weather's rubbish and the building's being knocked down around our ears so the only thing I can get away with is sitting in the common room and reading. Which isn't much to ask.

 

But then you get people dumping themselves in the seat next to you because they're trying to be sociable. But I'm reading. I don't want to talk to them. They've never got anything interesting to say anyway.

 

Then the bloke who likes to do the crossword in the paper comes in. He's rubbish at crosswords. Every two minutes he's shouting across the room "Stupid, uneducated-five letters." "Idiot" I reply, in irritable tones.

 

I also happen to work with the loudest breather in the world. By god, the woman's annoying. I don't think she even realises she's doing it, but she sounds like an asthmatic old man. But then makes a point of whispering if she wants to have a conversation so as not to disturb anybody.

 

Oh, and there's a sniffer up there too. It's just constant, grating snorting. I've never seen her blow her nose once. In two years. Never.

 

Bloody plebs.  

 

If it carries on this way I'll be opting to spend my free time sat with the students listening to what they're going to wear to the pub tonight, or whether Matt fancies Laura more than he likes Becky, and whether they should tell Becky, because it's not fair on her, is it, when she's just gone out and got her hair cut specially. Shudder.