the treble frequencies of whispering

I don’t post much about my workplace, but an annoyance has inspired me to jot this down.

I work in a quiet environment. One of my tasks require me to do a large amount of reading. I have the comfort of wearing stereo ear buds and listening to morning talk radio followed by podcasts until the end of my work day. I am left in solitude with my ears filled with enough jabber to keep me mostly away from my thoughts and other unnecessary distractions while I scan through texts and punch keys.

I work near others who have their own desks and do their fair share of reading to accomplish the tasks at hand. One of my co-workers nearby does the extremely annoying act of whispering to himself while he reads. Despite my ears being filled with other sounds at a respectable volume, the hiss created by his whispers penetrates my skull worse than television static. Even when I turn the volume up, the frequencies he emits still overpower the sound that cannot drown the high-pitched S’s that dart through the air like lasers into my consciousness.

I’ve never really liked whispering. I prefer speaking in a voice at the lowest possible volume when necessary. Whispering drills a hole through my brain that I do my best to avoid it. What is with people that need to whisper when they read? The place can be so quiet that the hum of desktop computer fans can be heard, so whispers easily break the near silence that disrupt my thought processes. All I can do is tolerate it to preserve my own peace or as much of it as I can maintain.

the march of the tortas

Unwrapping the foil to reveal a carefully sliced roll filled with bliss continues to be part of our Saturday morning routine. The tortas from Taqueria Montenegro remain the best tortas on this side of the universe.

The magical combination of marinated fajita beef, sliced onions, lettuce, guacamole, the trademark green sauce, and a twist of fresh lime juice inside a lightly-toasted sandwich roll will turn any average Saturday morning into an itis-filled average Saturday m0rning. If you are seeing one of these sandwiches sent from heaven for the first time, then you have discovered one of Austin’s best kept secrets.

the volatility of humans being robots

Today was as relaxing as a day could get. Tomorrow begins the routine of waking up around six in the morning to get to work by seven in the morning and become one with the machine until three in the afternoon. Summer heat decided to show up later in the year, so the three-digit temperatures are here to make the outdoors during the day miserable. Mini-golf yesterday would have been so much more fun if the heat didn’t constantly make the sweat run into my eyes.

Every weekday between seven and three, my ears are filled with electronic listening instruments attached to a device that absorbs radio waves to fill my head with sounds of radio personalities talking about anything and hit songs being played over and over. Only a fraction of my skill set is used at my place of employment. I am not challenged, but I use my earnings to help sustain my everyday living. For now, I am OK with this.