How am I still sane????

Why do so many people thrive on dysfunction??? Is working or living within a dysfunctional society that much fun?? I'm guessing that I missed the boat on that one...no worries though...I am surrounded by it all through the work week...YAY ME!!!!!

I swear that the majority of conversations around my little cubicle (it has been dubbed Switzerland by the way) can't take place without at least one of the following requirements:

1) yelling at the top of your lungs to ensure that even the dead can hear you
2) using your favorite swear word repeatedly and in all forms and tenses (for those of you that know Mike, ask him for a copy of, "the F Word"...sums this requirement up nicely)
3) assume that your conversation is the most important one going on at the moment and make sure that anyone around you can't carry on a telephone conversation
and...
4) make sure that you are right...even if you don't have any idea what you are talking about

I am afraid to even think about how many times I have been on the phone leaving a voicemail with the chants of motherf&*$er, a*$)ole, s&)#head, etc... in the background. At least I make all personal phone calls that I possibly can on my cell phone away from my desk...

These are some of the people sitting in my little part of the work world:

A guy who is so frustrated that he constantly yells at the top of his lungs...at himself most of the time. I have warned him that if he has a stroke (self induced or not) he is on his own. There will be no attempts to revive him on my part...

Two guys who have flatulence wars who do absolutely nothing all day long...one of which has such an extensive music library that he plays the same 4 awful country songs constantly...mixed in with the occasional Kid Rock hillbilly song...the other is apparently made out of some super industrial strength teflon because he accepts no responsibility for anything

My boss...I am tempted to have a sign made up for his area that proclaims, "CONTAINS MSG!" The man ingests so much sodium and nicotine that he has to be preserved into the next millennium. My daily sodium levels elevate dramatically when I walk by him...counter that with a personality that makes you wish spontaneous public beatings were not considered taboo by the majority of society.

I am continually amazed by the simple fact that I am still sane...or at least what we consider sanity to be. I am sure (and have heard stories) that the faint of heart have run screaming like banshees from this company...unfortunately I have to say that I am thankful to get to come here 5 times a week........