So, Rob has no concept of “personal space.” It’s a bad habit of his that I’ve actually been making some positive progress on. His typical offence is walking right up to people while they’re in their cubical working, stand inches away from them, & start talking. He’s done this to me on a number of occasions, & on more than one of these altercations he’s actually brushed his gut on my shoulder, hand, or arm. Totally gross! He’s been better about this recently, with me anyway, because I’ve moved an extra chair into my cubical. Now when I see him coming I tell him to grab a seat, for the most part he does so obediently. Recently, he’s even stopped coming into my cubical without me acknowledging him first.
Unfortunately I wasn’t prepared for him a little while ago & he was able to sneak up on me, chub rubs & all. After telling me info I already knew, about things that have nothing to do with my job I walked out of the office to get some fresh air (I think he has a fungus growing in his fat rolls, because he always smells like rotten fast food). Not everything about this was bad though. Apparently after I left he proceeded to have a conversation with himself & was able to yell "Alrighty then!" three or four times in 1 minute. Then he started saying it with a British accent. I am soooo happy I wasn’t in the office for that!
So I guess the moral of this story is, “You take the good, you take the bad, you take it all & then you have the completely fuck conditions under which I work.”
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