One Cube Over

So,

 

If you read my post, you may have read about my aggravation with the guy that sits in the cube next to mine.  He talks loud all the time, and surfs the web all day. 

 

Well, this guy just came back from the bathroom and said, “Does anyone know who we talk to about a facility issue?”  Here is the conversation between him and a woman we work with:

 

W:  You mean, Jeff.  Yeah, he’s upstairs. 

(Jeff is the head Civil guy in the firm that owns the building.  We played his firm in kickball and have had a skeet competition with him on our team.  He’s basically a great guy.)

M:  Do you have his number?

(Our phones have been out all day-this is only a two story building, but whatever.)

 

W:  What happened?

 

M: I was coming out of the bathroom and the doorknob came off.  I got it sitting on the front desk, and someone needs to fix it.

(as he sits back in his cube to surf.) 

 

W:  Sounds like a personal problem.

 

M:  Well, it’s not really my problem.  I got out, but the other two guys I left in the bathroom can’t really get out.

 

W:  Why didn’t you prop the door open with handle?

 

M:  Well, it’s not my problem.

 

 

The funniest part about the previous conversation was the look my boss and I were giving each other.  When he said he left two guys locked in a bathroom, I looked at her and mouthed ‘WTF.’  She shook her head in disbelief and went back into her office.

 

You have my gratitude,

Lawtonious Funk