It's always louder than needs to be, and he doesn't wear headphones so I get to hear both ends of the always inane conversations.
"Yeah, Melissa is burning my ass about that dinner party."
"I need a shooting guard. You've got all the good ones. Take a look at my team and see if we can make a swap."
"Mom, I said you have to quit using Internet Explorer."
Then of course sometimes the job comes up.
"These students are burning my ass today."
"Nah, I'm not doing anything. Just waiting for that stupid 1 o'clock class."
Occasionally I get up and close my door. Yesterday I slammed it hard. I could still hear him cooing to his fucking dog or cat that his wife was holding up to the camera at home.
"Honey bunny, it's daddy. Are you eating your crackers?"
Going to class is a relief for me now.