Speaking of bathroom habits… someone in my office goes into the bathroom every morning and annihilates one of the stalls. I mean no flush, toilet paper everywhere, the smell of death… the works. No joke, one time I went in there, smelled the deathly odor and knew I was too late… I opened one of the stalls praying it wasn’t THE ONE and… BOOM SHIT EVERYWHERE. He somehow serisouly missed the toilet and got shit ALL over the toilet seat. I felt like this…
Loud conversations across cubicle partitions by the cubicle rabbits. (Although I am a BSD with a real office with windows nd such, I have to share the floor with the riff-raff.) I don’t care about your love life, kids, pets, sports or relatives, you proles.
On second thoughts, I should be demoted to MSD (Modestly Swinging), since I am a desk eater. Who has time to visit the cafeteria or worse, drive to a restaurant? (The riff-raff, that’s who.)
Question… I have a choice on where to sit, as my office is moving soon. Cubes… I can be by the window ( very limited numbers), sit by the partners’ offices, or somewhere else away, but closer to people in other departments. Where would you sit?
Sit with the boss for sure. The downside is that you might be caught surfing internet, but there is always a job for a friendly sycophant or trusty nark.
It goes beyond the urinal. Unless they are involved in consensual sexual activities, it is never okay for a guy to speak to another guy while either has a penis in his hand. Exception - the doctor can tell you to cough.