Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Tunafish and Tissues

My cubicle neighbor has an issue with boundaries.

By that I mean, she has none - I have many.

At a lunch meeting yesterday, she managed somehow to drop tunafish down the front of her shirt and into her bra. She announced at the table, "Oh shit - I just dropped tunafish in my bra." and then proceeded to try and extract it there at the table. She shook her shirt out, she reached into under the collar, she reached up from the waist, she pulled at the bra, etc. Finally, she left the table and headed to the ladies room.

Today she arrived with a full blown cold and she has been blowing her nose like a trumpet all day and sneezing really juicy sneezes all over her space. She has a pile of tissues on her desk that looks like it needs a ritual burning to rid us of the germs. She picked up the phone to call someone and then sneezed and blew her nose in the middle of leaving a voice mail. Really! She said, "Hi X, this is Judy (sneeze, blow) I'm calling to tell you I'll bring cake (blow) to the meeting tonight."

This same woman has a phone that looks like toxic waste, an ant problem that looks like an ant farm on her carpet, and enough crumbs in her keyboard to build a whole new baked good.

There are days I really really really wish I had walls and a door. That foam/fabric wall is just not enough boundary for me.


Mrs. G. said...

I feel your pain. I share a teacher's lounge with a woman who sits there for an hour and crunches ice...the WHOLE

KiKi said...

Ewww. She and my house guest who cleans his fingernails with a napkin and then eats his... er, findings? A match made in heaven.

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Stephanie said...

Ah, the joys of living in cubeland. There are many, many days that I, too, would give my left arm for four walls and a door.

Ian Lidster said...

Gag! Thank God she isn't in food preparation.

Anonymous said...

Ewwww....don't eat the cake!