Why, oh why, does the guy with personal space issues sit next to me in meetings? By this I mean he has little respect for my personal space. He's not particularly tall but somehow manages to take up three times the normal amount of space for someone his size, which is double the amount of space taken by someone taller. He's not always the same person, but for some reason, he's been serialized. That is, if he's absent, a different guy (and it's always a guy) with the same issues will sit next to me.
He likes to stretch out his legs. When he crosses them he will invariably kick me in the shin. It doesn't matter if I sit across from or next to him. He will manage to get my shin and no one else's. (For the record, the amount of volume I take up is nearly equal to that of my chair.)
He likes to lean back with his hands folded behind his head. Thank God he wears deodorant because his armpits are at about nose level.
He likes to take up more than one table. This I wouldn't mind so much except he will start on one table, then move over to mine and start crowding out my stuff.
He jiggles his leg and stomps his feet, causing the floor to shake. If he's particularly adept at this, and if the floor is particularly weak, the table will wobble, too.
He suffers from gastrointestinal distress. He will burp and whatnot during the meeting. He will breathe down my neck because whatever I am doing on my laptop is interesting. Unfortunately, he doesn't use breath mints. I really wish he would.
2 comments:
He should be flogged. In fact, all men who sit with their hands behind their head and their legs outstretched should be flogged. And people who jiggle their legs should have lead weights tied to both thighs.
But J, Alain Delon looks so exquisite doing precisely that at the end of Plein Soleil (or Purple Noon if you prefer the bad English translation)! Youthful, cute, and happy, like a prince in fact.
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