I am not your friend, I am not your therapist, I am your boss. I die a little inside when you talk to me unsolicted about anything not work related. I am not listening to a word you say, but rather counting the seconds this unnecessary interruption is adding to my day. Do you not see that my eyes are completely glazed over?
When I turn my back on you and start typing, I'm not showing off my elite multitasking skills, it means shut the freak up and leave me alone. We both have work to do, so go do yours.