The fact that you were sitting at my desk, talking on the phone, when I got back from lunch didn't put me over the edge. The fact that you were still there after I set down my book and then left to grab a bottle of water out of the kitchen also didn't cause the rage to grow. No, it was pretty much the fact that I stood at your side for at least 15 seconds while you chatted on the phone, sat in my chair and didn't even acknowledge my presence.
I do not care if you were talking with a customer, working out a problem. Well, I do care but that's beside the point of this current rant. You have a desk with your own phone. These are not community desks. The only way to stay sane in a cubicle environment is to try and make it as personal as possible. That's why I have pictures of The Princess and Gonzo on my desk as well as various action figures. As an aside, those are the names I will now be calling my two kids here just as an additional way of protecting whatever privacy that might have left as they grow up. Continuing with the aside, my son is not called that because of his resemblance to a certain Muppet character but instead because of the writing style his namesake uses. Getting back to the point, the problem was the way you were trying to make yourself at home at my desk and not allowing me to reclaim it even after I had returned.
So next time, be a little more perceptive so that I don't have to figure out ways to embarras you in front of others. Oh, one more thing, please turn down your cell phone. I don't need to hear the William Tell Overture across the office. Thanks.
Posted by Josh at April 21, 2004 03:13 PM | TrackBack