There is a woman who works right next to me. She is short, stocky and over caffeinated. She also has hair that is shaped the way a woman's hair would in a 1950s HairNet commercial, if it were the color of dirt and leaves (her hair, not the commercial).

More than her amusing physical atributes, she has a habit of incessantly repeating an utterance that sounds an awful lot like my first name... which I will tell you for the sake of explanation (the utterance, not my name): "Kay" or "oKay."

As something that is common when someone says your first name, everytime she says her little word, I snap my head around to see who's calling me. It sounds to me like a loud, abrupt and demanding call for attention.

And she says this: All. Day. Long. When she's starting a task "oKay," she says it, and finishing with a task "Kay" she says it. When she's walking by my desk to complete a task "Kay," and then walking back to her own to begin another one "Kay;" When she's going into her bosses office to help with a project "oKay," and then returning to her own desk "Kay" to make sure that it is done "Kay." She remarks this when she comes in for the day, "Kay," preparing for a meeting "Kay", and when she is cleaning her desk "Kay" in order to go home "Kay." It's like some sort of hideous OCD-therapy. Or she's just always on the verge of a nervous breakdown and she must steady herself and reassess the situation: "Okay."

Whatever the retarded reason, this is impeding on my sanity, because I still perk up each time she feels the need to express a function (of any sort), as to induce a slight state of schizophrenia, which is now turning to full blown paranoia.

Ug.

It's 5:15. I'm going home.