Throughout the numbing, soul-destroying days I spend in a room the size of a prison cell, I am very glad that my office is soundproofed. Well, sort of soundproofed. Lately, when I hang up after phone calls to my friends, the admin assistant greets me with "THAT sounded like a fun phone call!". I'm not sure if this means that she is purposely listening to my calls or that I laugh so loud you can hear it through a soundproofed wall.
I probably wouldn't make it through the day if my computer didn't have speakers.
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