an open letter to my workmates
I feel I must apologise to the people who sit close to my desk for the following:
- The uncontrollable tickly cough I've had all afternoon. It must be like sitting next to a chain-smoking old man.
- The whistle in my nose. I couldn't hear it because I had noise cancelling headphones on, but when I took them off, I was mortified to hear the sound of a dying recorder emitting from my left nostril.
- That sneezing fit I just had, and all the sniffling and nose blowing afterwards. I know it's kind of gross.
- My loud voice. Every time I speak slightly above library level, one of the developer guys near me whips his head around and glares at me. Perhaps he's secretly in love with me. Ah, that must be it.
Thank you, that is all.