The maid is loudly singing the songs she has always sang. It overpowers the weak speakers on my laptop, and it's pissing me off. I clutch the back of my head and put my head down on the desk, and go "augh."
I have a couple of options.
1. I could tell her to shut up. She either complains loudly that she's just singing or she gets offended or hurt and stops.
2. I could wait for her to stop singing. After all, it's just probably ten or so minutes. I listen to music almost the whole day, and I sing too, and I sing the same songs over and over again.
On a tab on my browser is Arthur Schopenhauer's "On Noise." What the fuck, I am clearly overreacting to and overthinking the maid's obnoxious noise.
I have a couple of options.
1. I could tell her to shut up. She either complains loudly that she's just singing or she gets offended or hurt and stops.
2. I could wait for her to stop singing. After all, it's just probably ten or so minutes. I listen to music almost the whole day, and I sing too, and I sing the same songs over and over again.
On a tab on my browser is Arthur Schopenhauer's "On Noise." What the fuck, I am clearly overreacting to and overthinking the maid's obnoxious noise.
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