Close the Fucking Door

So having 3 housemates that traipse past me through the kitchen about 1,000 times a day, it’s quite a frequent occurrence to have the door left open as they return to whatever it is they’re doing. 

I tend to work in silence so there is nothing coming from me that causes any audible distraction from their TV watching or Playstation Gaming next door. However, said TV watching disrupts my work. I am forced to listen to cheers to someone scoring a goal or laughter at the God-Awful sitcom of choice for the evening. Sometimes I even get to listen to the gorey, scream-fueled death of a dragon. Lucky Me!

Today I have a sore back. Moving from a sitting to standing position hurts somewhat. So I’ve been spending my day working around this by moving as little as possible.

For the 8th or 9th time today one of the lads left the room with the door open wide. I called him twice to come back and close the door. He didn’t. So….

I googled and played a video of the most annoying sounds, blared it as loud as my speakers would go. They shouted and hollered to turn it down. I said nothing. Eventually one came back into me to ask what the f**k I was doing to which I responded. “You forgot to close the door.”

We all laughed and now I’m sitting here in peace writing this, very happy with myself indeed.

 

I’m happy with my peaceful result bit I can’t tell if it was sheer genius or utter laziness.

Also a polite reminder: if you have to open a door to get into a room, close the damn thing when you leave. (!)

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