Inconsiderate-considerate questions

Work has been occupying a great deal of my time lately so I've got a lot to say about it unfortunately. For some reason I have impulses to talk about things that happen at my work in random conversations as if it is something interesting to talk about. Here is another "interesting" thing about my work.

There are four doors leading to/from the room I work in (interesting huh?! No. But this will lead up to it, like the doors to the room... anyway...). The most convenient door to use is also the most obnoxious. I could walk all the way around to another door or I can confront another annoyance of mine. Every time I use the easy-access door, I have to walk past a fellow we'll call Ned. Ned seems like a good enough guy. The thing is though, every time I walk past him, he mumbles nearly incoherent words as if directed at me... I think. I'm not quite sure, but most of the time I think he is asking me how I'm doing or how the day is going. I don't mind people asking me this question if it is at least going to lead to a decent conversation. It's not his fault that I need to walk past him in order to get to my cubicle if I enter through that particular door, but he should have learned by now that I'm not going to stop and chat every time I pass him. My work has more regulations on attendance than anything else it seems like so I'm not going to "waste" my time telling him how my day is every time he mumbles "... ...you doing..."?
When someone asks me how I am and I know they are actually wanting my input on the matter, I give them my time and explain my thoughts. Realizing their passion on the matter sometimes makes me feel for them more and drives me to wonder how they are doing themselves which may actually lead to a decent conversation.
Oh, I have to say another thing about that. I am not a big fan of the "how are you doing" "good, and you"? process. It's so heartless by some people... this is the real problem I have with it.
I'm sure if you're reading this, you're thinking "wow, this kid is ridiculous, he thinks less of Ned because he asks him how he is doing". Put simply like that, yes, I am ridiculous. I still think Ned is more ridiculous though.
Does it bug anyone else when someone asks how you are doing not to hear a reply... but as if it is just their form of saying hello? It can be a greeting, but if it is one, then wait for a reply as if to at least pretend you are interested in the answer one may have for you.
Many times when people ask me how I am doing I will just not reply because I am so tired of all the inconsiderate people asking that. It's like the people who say sorry for everything but don't mean it.
"Yeah, yeah. You're sorry, I'm sorry, we're all sorry."

For Me Please

My life is relatively similar Monday through Thursday. I wake up between seven to seven-thirty (depending on if I feel like taking a shower ;). I get ready for work which doesn't include eating, but does consist of many yawns while I slothfully slide my feet across the carpet between the bathroom and my bedroom.
I get to work and secretly step into my isle of cubicles. I silently slide into my seat. The reason I try to be so ninja-like is because of the lady seated directly behind me. She seems to be a good person I suppose... but that is irrelevant for this story. She is the most annoying person I know. This is not an exaggeration. Another girl and I have made a list of all the things that annoy us about her the most. It is over a page. So it's not just me being nit-picky this time, which I generally am. This lady, I'll call her Sha'quan'da. Sha'quan'da will jump into a conversation randomly to give her two cents. I could care less for her dirty change. I understand that scrunching people in cubicles makes it is easy to eavesdrop on others, but that doesn't mean you should reply to the people one might be eavesdropping on. Saying all this makes me feel dumb, as if I think that I only talk to smart people. False. I talk to stupid people on a daily basis. I live in Utah for goodness sakes. But there is something disturbing about Sha'quan'da.
I think the most annoying thing about her is the way she phrases some of her sentences. She is super loud on and off the phone which makes it more difficult to ignore her (fruitless to ignore her, but oh how I try). We are supposed to make sure our systems reflect the customer's current address among other things at the beginning of our call. This is how Sha'quan'da asks for the info, and I quote - “May I have your name for me please? - May I have you address for me please? - May I have... for me please? For me PLEASE? FOR ME PLEASE”!? - Put a bullet in my head FOR ME PLEASE! I hate it! Sticks and stones may break my bones but these words will always haunt me.
Not only is she annoying but she makes me feel uncomfortable. Sometimes she will say something that I find stupid and I'll call her on it and she'll then laugh and slap my shoulder or whatever seems to be closest. I have recently started to just stand but lean against my cubicle's counter-top-table-thing to be further away from her. These are the main things about her that annoy me... I'll let you know if anything else reaches the top of the charts.