• Foremost, it’s distracting. Not in a good way.
• I know it’s weird, but you ARE the only one who can hear the music through those ear buds.
• I’m trying to enjoy my mid-morning beverage, lunch, rare silence, Internet browsing, but I can’t. BECAUSE ALL I HEAR IS YOUR VOICE.
• This is an OFFICE. We do work here. Sort of. Anyway, this is NOT a playground. Go sit by yourself outside if you want to hum/ yodel/ throat growl.
• Let’s pretend I’m Simon Cowell. It’s definitely a no for me. You aren’t getting that yellow piece of paper. Go home. Sorry. But not really.
• Somewhere, Emily Post is rolling over in her grave. Vicious rolling. Angry rolling.
• I can’t even understand you… is that Farsi? ARE YOU SINGING IN FARSI? Jesus.
• The walls in this place are like papyrus. I can basically see through them… so I can hear you right down the hall, NO PROBLEM.
• Did someone tell you you sound nice? Pretty? That you could be the next Taylor Swift? Ok. Well, they lied.
• We all hear it, but no one wants to be the asshole that crushes your spirit. So that’s where I come in.

If this hurts you, toughen up. You’ll need thick skin with a voice like that.

Sincerely,

Sally B.