"My ears are still ringing." I sighed and took a deep swig of coffee. It was too hot and I slammed the cup down, scalding Java splashing around my hand. "Ah! I can't go on. I don't want to know anything more about her bowel movements or, dear god, her sex life." From a co-worker whose endless dialogue is an analog blog in the workplace, to a completely human-less way to pass from life to death,...