The funny situation ended today.

I recently worked in a large company. While in my separate office is doing repairs, temporarily settled in the logistics department. This is for women aged 30-40 years. All have children. And they discuss all these diapers, clothes, etc., every day, and very loudly "through the entire office". After lunch from these worm-capricorn themes, I get nauseous and I put on headphones and turn on randomly in the playlist. This is what I am all...

I listen to music, I’m going to go to smoke, I’ve already put on a coat, here my wife calls (as is the case, all that), I answer the call, the music, of course, interrupts, I pull out the ears of the headphones... I end the conversation, I throw the phone on the table and I run to smoke... I return... I’m looked at by eight pairs of blinking eyes, and on the table in full volume ends the song of Leningrad – Birthday...
"I will not celebrate my birthday! It’s all gone, shit shit!! Pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa-pa..."
The rest of the day was quiet.