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AIBU to be driven mad by a colleague typing loudly all day?

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MyShyCat · 08/06/2026 15:20

AIBU to want to scream at my colleague who sits beside me for typing so loudly?

Every keystroke is SMACK SMACK SMACK. It's like she is trying to countersink the keys into the desk.

Zero ability to change her behaviour. Various people have mentioned it but she just giggles and says "oh yeah, my husband says I'm loud too!"

SMACK SMACK WHACK SMACK WHACKETY SMACKETY SMACK WHACK WHACK

OP posts:
SurferRona · 09/06/2026 19:52

I sympathise OP, having also shared an office workspace with people like this. I always feel like it’s performance working “ look at MEEEEE, I’m working so HARRRRRD” Soft touch keyboard is needed here. But could be worse- add in that person wearing headphones themselves and then at desklunch eating their crisps in the loudest mouth open crunchy loud way possible….😬

likelysuspect · 09/06/2026 19:56

My Oh is like this, its unbearable. He can only type with one finger so jabs away at the keyboard really hard for ages to write a short sentence. He literally hammers into the keyboard. I want to smash him round the face with it.

I touch type so am fast but I think that it makes noise of course.

NameChangeMay2026 · 09/06/2026 20:03

AnImmenseDislikeOfPeople · 08/06/2026 21:52

On behalf of loud keyboard tappers everywhere, I apologise. In my case, it is certainly not deliberate. I type quickly and manage to make noise when I do it.

However, I hope the throat clearers, nose blowers, loud laughers, 'when I went to [insert tropical location]'ers, and 'my amazing child did this'ers also realise we all have traits that irritate people and, sadly, that comes with working in the same space as each other.

Edited

YES! Thank you. I WFH now, but oh God, the amount of times I had child photos shoved under my nose on a phone. I ended up saying, on repeat like a machine, "How sweet. How sweet. How sweet," pretty much every fucking day. (Not to the same person.) I mean, what can you say once you've seen what feels like the millionth photo of the same children?

Then there was the huffer next to me. Huffing and puffing all day long, I'm sure it raised my blood pressure.

Then there was the person who went on and on and on and on about the extension he was building. He talked about nothing else for eight months.

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