Bringing The Noise

I left the house this morning at 4:29am.  There was a full moon out, which immediately brought me back to the morning that Mom died.  For some reason, I tend to take those early-morning full moons as Mom’s way of lighting my path and guiding me for the day ahead.  Suffice it to say that I went into the day with an optimistic mindset.  That optimism didn’t last long.

Closer to 6am, as I’m already at my desk grinding away with my work writing, I hear this incessant rustling of paper and what sounded like someone chucking things into a large trash bag.  I didn’t get up to check it out for myself because I didn’t care that much, but also because given the vicinity of where this noise was coming from, I had a pretty good idea as to who was making all that noise.  Binny, who continues to come in early himself (though I still question his productivity because he’s one of the many people in that office who I am thoroughly convinced doesn’t do a damn thing before 7am, even though he gets there as early as 5:30am), was doing something at his desk and making a lot of noise while doing it.  I have no idea what he was doing and truthfully, I don’t really care.  Normally, he comes in quietly and doesn’t make a sound.  I’m still convinced that he falls asleep at his desk with his monitor on, as if to convince anyone walking by that he’s actually working.  What I do know is that he made enough noise this morning to irritate me and take me out of my baseline, to where I would leave the office much earlier than I normally do, just to get away from him and the noise he was making.

The rest of the workday went well and I was again productive.

I’m just hoping that Binny doesn’t come in tomorrow making all that damn noise again because I might have to say something.  Of course, with his limited English comprehension, anything I might say to him could very well fall upon deaf ears, so there’s a chance that I don’t even bother.  That’d be nearly the equivalent of having a conversation with a bowl of noodles.

I’ll be in the other office tomorrow, the one that’s 60 miles away.  As much as I don’t like going there because of how far it is, it’s starting to grow on me a little.  I’m starting to like it because I get to work by myself, miles away from many of those co-workers who annoy the hell out of me, and not have to worry about anyone needing me or having to worry about having to help anyone.  I’m still working as I do, but I get to be by myself and go lone wolf, without a care in the world about anyone else.  I’ve reached a point where helping others just isn’t rewarding like it once was, years ago, and so I’m gradually starting to shy away from it.  There’s a chance I leave the main office early, well before Binny has a chance to come in, make his noise again, and ruin the serenity that those early-morning hours usually bring me.