Do You Need a Lozenge?

There's a new guy. He sits about, oh, 20 feet away me in an office that usually has its door closed.

All day long, every day I hear him clearing his throat. It's become so persistent that I can pick up on it despite the clatter of phones being slammed, colleagues chattering about how "mainframe technology is so antiquated" (please, who are you fooling?), the stomping of heels walking back and forth, etc.

I hear it NOW as I am furiously typing away...AGAIN...and AGAIN! Really. Seriously. What the fucker? Take a motherfucking lozenge for christ sake!

Here's a pack of 20 on sale for a buck and change!
- Signing off from San Francisco (...and AGAIN!)