1. I sat next to this chick you used to have very loud coversations with her husband over the phone in Punjabi, an Indian dialect. One day, when it got particularly awful, I called my friend Srihari and held up the phone, and he intermittently translated for me, and it was about her husband's prostate and his radiation seeds. Completely cringeworthy.
2. The baby pictures guy. He is usually the new father of his first, and no meeting can start without a five minute review of every conceivable angle of mother and child in at least three handy albums. It's cute, but after a while you want to chuck the albums back at him so for once your meetings can end on time.
3. The guy who takes conference calls on his speakerphone, set at volume setting HIGHEST. Did you attend too much Springsteen back in the 1980s? What tragedy befell your hearing?
4. The office supply hoarder. Usually the whole cube region shares that one supply closet, and as soon as the new loot arrives, the OSH is hunting for her favorite pens (ALL of them, lest the depression hits and BIC goes out of business or whatever), plus ALL the yellow highlighters, most of the staples, and anything even remotely interesting or new. So when you get to the supply closet, there is nothing there except crappy looking hanging manila folders from the 1970s, two broken pencils, and a set of black post-its that you can't read your writing on.
I really enjoy the trading floor atmosphere much more than cubeland, although the personalities are less descriptive, that's for sure.
I don't do it on purpose, that's just the way I sneeze.
