*ffftttp*

[thistlechaser]

Like most folks in this area, I work out of a cube. Three low walls, one wall with a door-less door. Up until two weeks ago, this didn't bother me. I had really great neighbors who were mostly quiet and were fun when they weren't quiet.

Two weeks ago, the company moved them elsewhere in the building and another team moved in around me. While they're nice people, not one of them is from this country, and wherever they are from their idea of "manners" must be very different.

Things I hear on a daily basis:

* *sssllllurrrp* *smack* *smack* It's like a contest to see which of them can eat fruit the loudest. You can hear it from down the hall. It makes me shudder and hope to never see a tree ever again.

* *SNIP!* *SNIP!* *SNIP!* The whole lot of them clip their nails at their desk. This drives me batty. It is disgusting. I totally expect nail clippings to come flying over the wall and land in my drink. Do it at home, people!

* *ffftttp* *vvvept* *eeeet* Gas. Lots of it. high-pitched, drawn out, squeaky gas.

They really are nice people, but they appear to have no idea how to act in public. *shudder*

Comments

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

This sounds a lot like my sister's travails with ever-shifting cube neighbors. I'm still laughing over her outraged monologue one day about someone's not-of-this-country leftovers that made the break room smell like "hot duck poop".

I love the fruit-slurping competition image, and oh, the nail-clipping! When I worked out at NASA/Ames, there was a civil servant guy (I was but a lowly contractor) who used to loiter at my desk and clip his nails right onto it. And I couldn't say anything, because he was the almighty "client", damn his rainbow suspenders to hell.

[thistle-chaser.livejournal.com]

I'm still laughing over her outraged monologue one day about someone's not-of-this-country leftovers that made the break room smell like "hot duck poop".

Heehee! I had something like that. One day someone brought in some foreign type food (something with fish and vinegar?) and it smelled so off that people thought we had a gas leak and we all had to go stand outside while the fire department checked!

who used to loiter at my desk and clip his nails right onto it.

...Wow... That would be about the time I would look into purchasing a gun. That's awful! Blech!

[sillysophia.livejournal.com]

...People really do this in public?