Eight hours of discussing death, gossip and general discontent has made me a horrible person. In short... I'm fucking sick of hearing about it. The man who died is a wonderful person and deserves all the praise he is getting. It's the overkill that is making me want to jump onto my desk and scream at the top of my lungs, "FOR FUCK'S SAKE HE'S DEAD AND BURIED ALREADY. CAN WE NOT RELIVE IT EVERY FIVE MINUTES!?!?!?!?!" I've heard about who didn't pay their respects and various theories/guesses as to why. Who said inappropriate things and various theories/guesses as to why. What they should and shouldn't do for the memorial (they cut it down from THREE to one so far). Finally, what everyone should do for said memorial. She even went as far as saying the Christmas party should be held in his honor. He's Muslim.

I'm usually the most compassionate person. I can sit and listen to problems, worries and concerns for hours. I love to help and console people. my coworker's various family/friend deaths (three so far in the week) and the man who she was discussing has tipped my Care-O-Meter into the red. It got so bad I literally went into the bathroom for a breather. The calming sound of the air conditioner was a nice break from all the drama. At this point I'd take eight hours of James Blunt's Your Beautiful over this crap.

Edit: Strike that ONE memorial. The count is now officially TWO. *slams head into desk*