Reading the signs of her body.
The dull clackety clackety clack of fingers furiously tapping away on keyboards as dozens of emails, work-related or not, vie for attention.
The occasional whirrRRRRrrrrRRRRrrrrr from the ever-reliable coffee machine as it churns out a hot, stimulating drink for a sleepyhead – although more often than not, it seems to emit sounds much similar to that of a space rocket ready for take-off.
The shwrap shwrap shwrap of pages frantically being turned from all manner of materials – printed papers, books, binders, folders.
Eyebrows knitted in full concentration; a finger strokes a chin thoughtfully…
All of a sudden-
I never really knew that she could dance like this
She makes a man wants to speak Spanish
Como se llama, bonita, mi casa, su casa
The unfortunate owner of the loudly-singing cellphone was away somewhere, leaving us all amused as a certain Latin-American singer’s unexpected presence seemingly lingered near our cubicles. Not once, but thrice.
Nothing like a harmless ringtone to excite laughter at the workplace.
I, for one, have taken to always keeping my cellphone on silent mode while at work – for reasons like this precisely.
Not that I am ashamed to inform the whole wide world of the ringtones that I use (ahem) – but there was a time when my cellphone rang while I was deeply engaged in a debate within my mind regarding the dubious placement of a comma, that I actually started and nearly jumped out of my chair.
Besides, there is hardly a need for anymore Enriques, Justins or Coldplays to hold mini music festivals at the workplace.