Really, I mean, it’s not real torture, it’s just the radio (radioS Loud and AEEEEE) and I should mention that all staff meetings occur right here at my front door, LOUD Exclaiming, LOUD Laughing, LOUD LOUD.
If I can hear it, it’s TOO LOUD. Or so I believe. LORD-Y.
Sunday’s are this beautiful little mercy when no one is around. Ahhhh.