All Quiet in The Office Front

The people we work together with is not exactly our choice in the first place. Yet probably we spend more time with them than actually with our family. While all we've got in common is mostly the fact that we walk on top of the same bit of carpet, or share the same coffee mugs for around eight hours a day. And during that eight hours a day so many things could happen. There's friction, laughter, banter, and also not uncommon there's flirtation here and there.

My previous office was like the perfect example of a melting pot that is an office. We had office drunks but very popular guy. A bunch of party goers and ganja smokers. There's sorority sister packs who is beautiful on the outside but often not so quite in the inside. There's this Miss walking around feeling 'imsomuchbetterthananyother'. There's also plenty of friendly and amusing persons available to fill your daily activities. Despite all their antics, i've never had a problem with them. Infact i've been pretty close to most without being influenced too much of any unhealthy habit. Three years in that one big happy family of an office flew by and it really was an eventful periods, most of the times it was exciting, and fun, and inspiring.

My current office though is another different ball game altogether. It is more compact with fewer staffs and relatively from the same background of educations and economy unlike the first one where people from all sort of school of life mixed up. The guys and the girls are alright, well... except probably this one guy who conviniently sitting right next to me. At first he was okay, seems a lil bit uptight tho' but bearable. The trouble started when he asked to exchange seat with me because my cubicle was better positioned than him. At that time I thought, well I'm new so it's probably normal to just be polite and give the man what he wanted. And then by the time went by I started to pick up up small pieces that further enhance my suspicion that this chap is quite something alright. I mean, how would you normally react to a guy who keep bragging that he had an IQ of 160, how important he is and his works for our office, how he managed to master classic guitar by the age of 12, or how good his english is, and wait you haven't heard the worst yet, how he dated Dian Sastro (one of the most recognizable faces in Indonesia). Seriously, this guy has an issue. Not only that, he speaks like screaming his lungs out in each words, his table is messy full with garbage, he puts heavy metal songs on out loud every each day, sheesh, how annoying can a person be?

I've been trying to be polite, to the point of nodding along each lies he spout, but I just can't stand it. The problem is that he doesn't get a single clue that i've been trying to avoid him just to keep my hands not to beat him to death with my shoe. He keeps coming to my place and act like a complete wanker. Today though he's taking a day off and what a peaceful day it has been. I've never felt so quiet and in the mood of work like today. Let me celebrate this day with my regular hot nescafe, and cheers to you too for reading this. Don't take this too much, but I seriously hope you don't get to meet this guy or his kind.