17th August 2000

Just realized something. I really don’t like people coming into my cube unless a) They’re my very good friend or b) I’m in the ongoing process of hitting on them. However, people who aren’t in either of those categories always wander in to stand in back of me while I type. They ask, “Whatcha upto? Hey, Maggie, whatcha upto?” Of course, they already know what I’m up to because… they’re reading my screen. They also like to move stuff around and say, “Hey look! Your Pez dispensers are having sex!” Then I have to put on my that’s-really-funny! face so they’ll leave.

11:43 a.m.