To wonder why some people have a running commentary on everything

[TheActualRealCinderella]

New lady in the office. She seems to have to share out loud every thought that pops into her head.

‘Ooh, the computer’s just starting up , should I have a tea or a coffee. I think I’ll have a biscuit too... ok 20 emails a busy start, one from vista print, don’t need that, delete, I’ll reply that one later, oh, ‘dear Jane, when can you send the invoice ... I’ll say dear John, I will try and do that on Friday.’ This is the first two minutes of the day.

The worst bit - the manager is like this too, probably why ‘Jane’ was hired.

Its like chewing with your mouth open. We don’t need to get involved with your internal processes.

Dear Lord.... thank goodness I work from home alone.

Are you allowed to wear noise cancelling earphones while you work?

If you can’t beat them join them

“Listen to Jane! talking again,
every detail - about her email,
gonna make sure that - I sound like cat in the hat,
when I speak any time - gonna do it in rhyme”

See how long it takes them to notice!

Christ sounds like my stepmother.

NOTHING can be done without a bloody STREAM of information. 'Oh I see you're making a sandwich, did you want something more for lunch? More than a sandwich? After that train journey? There's quiche. A broccoli and Stilton one. No wait, we ate that on Sunday after the theatre. Oh you're using the brown bread, don't use that, that's not our usual, we've gone right off it, there's tomatoes? lettuce, celery? Radish!! They came from the garden you know, you can't not have one really, can you. Have you got butter? Mayonnaise? Coleslaw? Oh look!! You could even put some Brie in it. Here let me cut some Brie up. I'll use that knife I think, not a cheese knife technically but it'll do, where's the chopping board, that's the trouble isn't it, since we've done the kitchen I don't know where anything is, now do I want a sandwich? I'm just wondering because I don't think your Dad's going to put that beef on until 5. He's in charge of that, I've promised not to interfere, although i'm just going to hang around the kitchen anyway because it can be quite lovely cooking, can't it, stuck in here by yourself with no one to chat to...'

You don't even have to answer her, there's no space to do it. Literally can't get a word edgeways.

On and on and on and on and on. My dad has built a lockable summer house down the bottom of the garden. I've taken to drinking fairly strong g&t's when I visit, and I always need several hours of total silence and two nurofen when I come home again.

*lonely not lovely! My dad volunteers to cook in the hope of catching a break; unfortunately she insists on 'helping'.

I once knew a woman in an office environment just like this. She would buzz around the entire office giving her internal soliloquy; it took some getting used to as I didn’t know if she needed responses or not (she didn’t). Some people are just like that. Learn to tune her out as I did!

I live with someone exactly like this. The worst bit is we work from home. So I have it literally from the moment I get up to the moment I go to bed. I drives me insane. I've tried asking him not to do it. So now he doesn't always talk, but it's ten times worse because he hums tunelessly, or whistles or just makes weird sounds. I keep telling him that he doesn't always need some kind of noise coming out of his mouth. This is not received well. I've taken to going to the gym for an hour several times a week just to escape (stop myself murdering him).

Why am I crying laughing😂😂?!
OP's post and the post about the stepmother. Thanks for that haha!

My Sil does this. In her case It's anxiety.

Dh can be like this. But luckily not all the time

HarrietKettleWasHere Oh my god that sounds insufferable

How does she not have the self awareness to realise that not everyone wants to be treated to her inner thoughts constantly? Has anyone ever said anything to her about it do you think? How does she not notice that she’s talking for minutes on end without any meaningful response/engagement from anybody else?

All my sympathy to you and OP, and PP who can’t even escape it at home because she lives with someone who does this 😩

Lord, did you know about this before moving in together??

I also have a MIL who has a close relationship with the bleeding obvious.

We had one of those in our office, she was very sweet and this habit was the only thing that made it difficult to work alongside her.

@LimeCheesecaker no I didn't. But we lived in a different house and he had his own office. So maybe he did it then, and I just wasn't there to hear it. But I definitely think it's getting worse as he gets older. I'm a very quiet person when I work, I get on with it and don't broadcast any problems, I just work to solve them and move on. I do try to be tolerant and even make jokes to lighten it a bit. Though sometimes I am sitting here internally plotting his demise...joking (not joking).

I feel so thankful every single day that I have my own business and my own office! I've worked with an over-sharer, a won't shut upper, a really smelly person (breath and armpits) and a mackerel from the tin at the desk eater. Grim.

This is my MIL. One reason I find her infuriating!
My eldest DD does it too, but she's 3. I plan to gently stamp out the habit as she grows up.

She sounds like a massive bell end. You have my sympathy

Lime it used to drive my dad nuts and still does sometimes, but he claims he's learnt to tune it out, and she never requires an answer and responds to all her own questions, so he doesn't need to input much. She said at the anniversary last year 'we never run out of things to talk about, do we?' And i'd heard my dad say about theee sentences in the entire weekend

She is seriously annoying though. I can't even mention the word 'london' without her launching into a comprehensive and wholly inaccurate run down of all the places she thinks she knows from when she lived there 40 years ago. I live there now and age still tries to correct me on what tube lines go where it's like she can't physically not offer up information about a single topic, even if she doesn't know anything about it.

I'm so glad I've developed grumpiness. There was someone recently in my office that did this. After an hour or so I just bluntly told her to shut up every time she chatted inanely. She went into a huff with me but I didn't care.

I work with someone like that, OP. Every 5 minutes “oh what now” “well, what’s happened here?”. I have never acknowledged these questions as engaging gives an audience. I do have thoughts of cutting the lift cables when he gets in it. If only I could access them.

She sounds like the real-life equivalent of a Facebook bore. Someone I know is on holiday this week with her kids, and we've been treated to:

• her daughter is sleeping
• they're now having a drink
• here's a boat
• the portion size of their meal
• they're all wearing dungarees
• they got on a boat
• they got off again
• off to bed
• Morning!

Who she imagines wants a live account of her holiday is absolutely beyond me. People with no inner monologue drive me nuts.

You have my entire sympathy.

Headphones. When I worked with a muttery swearer not so under her breather (but not good strong swear words, a constant stream of cop out ones), that was the only way I could continue there and stay sane.

Oh @HarrietKettleWasHere are you my SIL? The endless barrage of commentary (especially in the kitchen).

Oh hello, morning. Well we've had breakfast. We were up early see as John had to pay the paper bill this morning. Not sure why though as the paper's always late. Now there's some jam on the table, that's from the farm shop isn't it John. It's silly really the garden's bursting with gooseberries but I can't find the recipe I liked. That's the problem with moving house isn't it? We can't find a thing can we John? Now there's milk there but I might need to keep some for pudding tonight. Now where's that bowl? Oh here it is you see I can't make the pudding without that as John doesn't like a shallow bread and butter pudding do you John? Now where's my apron? It's funny you know. You go to the shop where you buy your linens and they say.. ha ha.. 'Marjorie, we know you like your cotton aprons but these plastic ones are better' and I've said to them no but they don't listen. I like a washable apron. I'm going to put the oven on. Where's that thermometer? Hmmmm. John. JOHN! Oooh he never hears me.

To be clear. John fucked off to the greenhouse hours ago and I'm yet to make a morning cup of tea as I'm stuck in the doorway nodding furiously with a rictus grin.

I don't have the heart to tell her I don't have 'a shop where I buy my linens' and they know my name.

This is me... although I don't do it at work, that would be really off-putting for everyone else! (Especially when there is complete silence...)

Mine is worse when I'm in a hurry, stressed etc.

Must censor self more! On behalf of all of us talkers I am sorry!

I work with an under the breath swearer and a running commentator (Right ok I've sent that, so I'll do this now. Oh no my computer is going so slowly, maybe I'll go and get a coffee now instead). Noise cancelling headphones are one of the best things I've ever spent money on.