okay, i'm not as anti-social as i hope to be one day, but if there's one thing that turns my stomach, it's small-talk concerning the damn weather. every time i'm out having a smoke at work one of my co-workers has to mention the weather. sorry, but i choose silence over the daily comments about how friggin' cold it is, or how we're all ready for spring. i hear the phrase, "boy, am i ready for spring" more times than my own name at work. at least keep it down to once a week. let's have allotted time to discuss the weather as a company. we'll schedule a conference room, enough to fit all the smokers, and start with a pie chart or something. "okay, so...let me get a hands-up, who's 'ready for spring'?".

Actually, what i'd really like to discuss with these people is their crippling lonliness, and social ineptitude - the underlying reasons about why they talk about the weather. i hear subtext - maybe it's my love of dramatic theatre, or maybe i'm just really friggin bored, but when craig from sales takes a drag from his camel light and says in a robotic voice, "boy....spring would be nice right now. i'm sick of the snow" i hear: "boy.....a hug from a man-father would be nice right now. i'm sick of my wife." c'mon, people? no one cares about the goddam weather! it's there! you can't change it! let's talk about why you wet the bed last week! sheesh!

oh, and it's finally warming up in boston! thank god, cause boy am i ready for spring!

- update! there was a break in the monotony. i was outside, not talking about the weather when an atmospheric comment made by a co-worker definitely revived the idea that small-talk can be unexpectantly avant-garde! he farted! out loud!

we, of course, ignored the 'comment', not talking about how methane being realeased into the open air is still a 'change in the weather'.

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