Location, Location, Location

At the beginning of November, my department moved office buildings to join the rest of the company down the street. While the office space is much nicer, we now share a floor with at least two other departments, which I never interact with. I also have a wonderfully low cubicle that allows me to stare at my coworker all day if I so choose. Whenever I take a break from looking at the computer, I always manage to make eye contact with someone, and then feel the need to smile and look away as quickly as possible, or else I'll get stuck in a conversation.

The best part about my new cubicle is it's location. I sit right along a walkway, and on the other side of the walkway is the men's bathroom. It's great. I get to watch all the men on the floor and take notes on their bathroom habits. Some men go into the bathroom with their newspapers under their arms, completely unashamed. Others go into the bathroom with cups of coffee (???). Maybe someone can explain that one to me.

The other day, the facilities guy was here on my floor, working on the men's room, which was flooded. After he was finished, he came out of the bathroom and asked me if he could borrow my phone to make a quick call. Poor guy, he just had to clean a bathroom, I wanted to say no, but couldn't bring myself to do it. So I let him use the phone, but made sure to wipe it down with wet naps immediately afterwards.

There is this woman in the neighboring department who always dresses grossly inappropriate for work. And if it isn't inappropriate, what she wears should be banned to save us all from viewing her in all her horror. I may be a fashion train wreck, but she actually thinks she's hip and trendy in her outfits. Today she walked by and was wearing a skirt, stilettos, a button down sleeveless top, and had her hair in a side ponytail tied with a magenta scrunchy.

WTF?

I'm so glad that I'm flying home tomorrow night and will be able to get away from this place.