Maybe she's related to Creed . . .

I was a cubicle dweller for 18 years and it was hell. I have escaped.....Thank God

Cube dweller for 10 years....love 50% of the people I work with there is 15 of us total. We have fun, we dis those we don't like

Sharing what we did to our bosses cube, when she went on a cruise without us!

When I was engaged in a mentoring project, I shared an office several mornings a week with four grad students for three years (a different group each year). I have no horror stories. I guess the key is that their future in the profession depended on pleasing me. Hopefully, my own deportment taught them something about being a professional. We did take time to kid around and sometimes they would bring their personal crises to me but when we were supposed to be working, they worked with a passion that made me proud. Our lunch breaks were a laugh riot and made the afternoons easier. The project was a therapy project in an inner city high school in which the most at risk kids were helped to feel wanted and important in one-on-one relationships with the grad students. What there was in our office was a lot of crying. Each year, more than one kid was found dead - a victim of a shooting or a dope death.

The former students are all functioning professionals today and I haven't seen a single one of them on a wanted poster or a reality TV show.

At other times in my career when I shared an office with so-called professionals, I once ran into one who dared to make a screaming loud personal call while I was talking to an at-risk client on the phone. I handled it in my own inimical way. I told her that if she ever did it again, I would plant the phone somewhere that would give her proctologist a lifetime topic for his bridge group. Problem solved.

I am not a diplomat. When I am working - especially with the kinds of high-risk clients I have chosen throughout my career - I am more serious than cancer ... and more deadly. As I often joked with my wife: Today, I worked with three psychopaths, a paranoid schizophrenic, several deeply neurotic people and a suicidal drama queen ... and that was just the staff!

We had a guy in our office that we called "Prairie Dog".

Anytime anyone had a conversation, this guys head would pop up out over his cube walls and listen in.

He looked just like one of those critters on Praire Dog Manor.

At least they're cute...he was just nosy.

Worse yet, he looked just like and Ned Flanders (Simpsons) and had the same personality.

Dave

They moved in a gal in the cube next to me. There was a horrible odor. In talking with others they said that this gal has been like that for years. I put up RenewzIt and other stuff to no avail. Of course that brought up issues with the guy who was sensitive to stuff like that.

At the suggestion of my boss I put in an HR ticket. It of course ended up in India. They suggested I talk with Facilities. I had to reiterate that the odor was from a person, not a sewer. Eventually my boss moved me to another team. The odor eventually got laid off as that department went away......