Originally Posted by Huntsman
There are people at my office who clip their nails in their cube. The 'pinck....pinck' sound is so distinctive. What's more, they often do it....at lunch....when I'm eating. I wish I knew who it was; I'd leave a tactful note on their desk one night. ~ H
In my first job out of college, I worked in a bullpen-type setup. Lots of cubes, open floor plan, no walls or divisions between cubes. My cubemate would floss his fucking teeth at the desk. I wanted to smack him every time he did it. I got lucky, though. There was this kid we'll call Bobby, who -- thanks to the sweet mercy of the Lord Jesus Christ -- did not sit next to me. Bobby was infamously lactose intolerant, yet he kept drinking milk as part of some cockamamie muscle-building theory of his. As a result, he let out what were not really farts, so much as a steady stream of noxious gas throughout the entire day. I smelled some of the stuff once. It was foul beyond what my words are capable of conveying. It smelled like raw shit and curdled milk -- sort of like the inside of a port-a-potty on a hot day at a crowded, outdoor concert.