So I'm sitting in my office, working.

... Okay, I'm sitting in my office, playing solitaire and thinking about working.

And Amy, our ditzy tech writer (as opposed to Jenny, our health-obsessed tech writer) comes into my office with a folder.

This is not too unusual. One of my many jobs is to review the documentation before we send it out. I thought she was going to give me something to review.

Boy, was I wrong.

AMY: If I promise not to talk, can I sit in here? ::She pulls one of my extra chairs a bit away from the wall, and sits.::

LIZ: Um... Sure.

AMY: CJ was just talking and talking and talking, and I couldn't concentrate on my work!

[CJ is Amy's boss, and he's a nice enough guy, but he does have this tendency to never shut up. Once, back when Random and I were in an office together, CJ caught him in the hallway just outside the office and talked to him for about half an hour before Jason, in the next office over, got the bright idea of calling Random's phone so he'd have an excuse to get away.]

AMY: He already talked to me for about an hour about his house, and all the stuff he's doing, and then Jenny came in and he started to repeat the whole thing verbatim!

LIZ: ::laughs appreciatively::

AMY: And I just can't concentrate when he's in there talking, and I have work to do... Sometimes I do this, I just escape and hide. I hope you don't mind. I mean, I know I talk, but not when I have work to do, you know? He just keeps going.

LIZ: ::nods in agreement::

AMY: So I'll just sit here and be quiet, and do this work on a hard copy, and I won't disturb you. And maybe he'll have gone back to his office by the time I'm done...

It took her longer to ramble through her explanation/rationalization/justification than it did to actually (when she finally wound down and started to work quietly) do the work.

She's a sweet woman, and I like her... But she amuses me.