SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUTUP STFU!!!!!!!!

My receptionist needs to shut the fuck up before I completely flip out and start screaming and flopping around on the floor.  I knew that sharing an office with her would be dangerous territory, because of her penchant for talking.  I did everything I could think of. I put us at opposite ends of a big office and I got some office dividers to separate my office area. 

It's useless.  She keeps talking.  Apparently, knowing that I am in the same room and can hear her is enough to keep her talking, even when I ignore her.  Within two days I've already been reduced to complete and utter rudeness.  In the last two hours I haven't said one word to her, not to acknowledge anything she's said, nor to answer any of her questions or concerns.  And she's still talking.

She used to complain endlessly about how her office doesn't have a window.  On and on and on.  I sympathized.  I've been in situations where I didn't have a window and yea verily, it sucked.  During our temporary move, however, she and I are sharing an office with a window.  No...several windows.  She has her own window, but she still keeps coming around my divider and my pile of Intrusion Obstacles™, to look out MY window. 

Worse, now that she has a fucking window, all she's done all morning is complain about how cold the office is.  Oh, she's freezing.  Oh, her hands are like ice.  Finally, I said the only thing I've said all morning: "Look, that's the price of having a window.  They're single pane, they have gaps all around them, so they leak cold air.  In the winter, my office is always about ten degrees colder than your office.  That's the advantage of having one of the interior offices."

She's still complaining in her awful northeast Kansas nasally flat voice.  Serenity NOW!

ETA: And hey, so much for me being a fucking ray of sunshine.