Click click click

So, one of these things that Annie does is pace. If she wants to be let out in the morning, she'll pace up and down the hall with her little claws click click clicking and her feet pad pad padding until I scream and throw the pillow at her, quickly followed by the box of kleenex.

The pace pace pacing annoys the crap out of me. Mornings are bad, afternoons when I'm working are worse.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Click.

So, today, at the client's office, the employee with the loud shoes came up to the web browser next to my desk. It's a test machine, with a bunch of different operating systems and browsers setup on one keyboard and one monitor. Testing is done at this browser all the time, but, as near as I can tell, it's usually done by either Doyle or me.

Today, it was the coworker with the loud shoes. She went to her desk, then back to the test computer. She then walked back to her desk. Then back to the test computer. Own desk. Test desk. Own desk. Test desk. Own desk.

After about the sixth time she went back and forth, I wanted to just stop the woman. GAH! One of the benefits of the office is getting AWAY from the pace pace pacing!