At our new workplace, we have very cool furnishings -- file cabinets with padding on top and wheels below so they can be used as visitor seats, round lounge chairs in corners where people can have impromptu meetings, tall orange stools in the cafeteria, etc. We also have very small, very exposed cubes with no privacy. I sit with my back to a passage way and people walk behind me all the time. I tend to ignore them.
Yesterday, I was catching up on some work-relevant reading and without thinking about it, scratching an itch on my back a little below my waistline. I was leaning forward a little, continuing to read. And then I felt two large hands on my shoulders. And a voice: "Honey, you're sitting so close to your monitor. I don't want you to hurt your eyes."
I looked up into the face of one of our founders -- the un-shy one, the one who wears gorgeous clothes and is funny and personable and knows me by name. The one who always has the head of HR send out messages about appropriate dress and professional behavior when customers are visiting. "Erp. I was ... scratching an itch." He laughed really hard. I laughed, perhaps a little nervously. And off he went to his next meeting.
Lovely reputation I'm developing. Gotta do something about that itch.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment