How do you expect me to type--much less think--when I'm surrounded by people talking to me about the most useless and mundane of crap? I really don't care how your week was, nor do I care about what you're planning on doing with the next seventy two hours of your life? And guess what... I don't need three different people all asking me the same question, especially when the real question should be "why the hell can't we all just leave you alone so you can do your work"?