I am by nature, not a person who enjoys loudness (except in my music). The TV is frequently too loud for me and I’m constantly turning it down. The Brownie meetings in the echo room kill me. Imagine my chagrin when I had to spend an hour yelling at a 77 year old employee in my office last week. I was hoarse by the end of it. Now before you get all het up because I’m shouting at a kindly 77 year old man you must understand something. The man cannot hear. At all. It was exhausting and I felt a little bad about shouting at him. I grew up with that whole respect your elders thing so talking to this guy like I’m an American tourist in France – slowly and loudly – was exhausting. The reason I’m bringing this up… he’s coming in again tomorrow. Apparently the hour we spent and the sheet I typed up summarizing our conversation was not enough. He has more questions. I’m frightened. Very frightened. I hope he remembers his microphone thing this time.