Work Ridiculousness

I've got a killer headache that's inching it's way towards migraine status and I feel faintly queasy. Maybe it's because I've got my poking and prodding doctor's visit in the morning and that is never a good time. "Scoot down some, down some more, a little bit further... Ok now this is going to be cold. You'll feel some pressure..." Ugh. I've got the dialog down though, you ladies know what I mean. 

I'm going to rant about work for a moment:

I have finally, blessedly, been moved to a different work station in my office. It's still in the same department but I am in a different discipline now and a good 25 feet away from the surly bitch that makes my work day stressful. I know you don't think 25 feet is that far. And really in life it's not, but in an office setting it's huge. This "lady", that makes me want to bludgeon people with my stapler, other than being a HUGE two-faced pseudo-religious nutbag, she also talks constantly throughout the day. About other people in our department or in our building in general or about random television shows. She has raised voiced conversations with people across the room constantly. Because of this I have to use my iPod to stay focused on my work (there's been more than one attorney I've been on the phone with that has requested I call him back when he can hear me). 

Yesterday she sent me an email telling me to turn down my music because she could hear it and it was distracting. Please understand it was not turned up all the way, but close to it, and I had my earphones in, and I STILL could barely hear the music over the chit-chat around me. So I responded to her email that I'd be glad to turn it down, but that I have to keep increasing the volume to stay focused because of all the talking. OMG you'd think I called her a cunt and back handed her child. She immediately gathered the main people she chats with and they took a trip to the break room/bathroom to discuss the situation. And I think they may have made an effort to talk LOUDER. Luckily for my sanity and my good work reputation, I am now sitting elsewhere. 

Also, as Chairwoman of the Team Member Activity Team (TMAT) at work, I am bombarded with insane questions from people within the building. Each month my company does different activities to collect money/food/clothes for local charities. The month of February each department is making a Valentine's basket that is going to be auctioned off in-office with all proceeds going towards the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation. Yesterday I had to send am email out to the other TMAT members to pass on to their co-worker that the following wasn't allowed in the baskets:

-Cash

-Lottery tickets, including scratch off tickets

-Alcohol

-Sex toys

Really. We work in an office people. A very professional office. What the hell!? Le sigh. Maybe I should have also said no weapons, in case that comes up next?