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Cubicle Privacy

Posted by CmdrTaco on from the i-was-told-i-could-listen-to-my-radio-at-a-reasonable-volume dept.

DarthDilbert writes "The NYTimes has a story about a noise canceling box for nosy cubicle neighbors. " Still no protection from mind readers. They know stuff.

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  1. For the older geeks... by suitepotato · · Score: 5, Insightful

    "Can you hear me Chief?"

    "What did you say?"

    "Chief, do you hear me?!"

    "What are you saying, Smart?!"

    There. I feel better gettin that out of my system.

    My cubicle is my own little world and I feel free to do whatever in it. If someone asks me to be a little less loud, I judge their request on how often they are similarly noisy. The more noisy and more often, the less attention I pay to their complaints. If I have to hear them screaming at technicians in the field, they have to hear me every so often getting a call on my cellphone.

    --
    If my grammar and spelling are off, I am [distracted/tired/careless] (take your pick)
  2. Re:A few things I hate about cubicle life. by Awptimus+Prime · · Score: 5, Insightful

    1. When my cubicle neignbor (who gets lots of phonecalls) leaves his moblie phone on his desks and leaves for hours on end (especially when he sets the thing to vibrate and ring).
    2. When the people who just failed to reach my cubicle neighbor on his mobile call his desktop phone (which has a really annoying ring tone) and fail to conclude that he is not in after the phone has been ringing for more than 10 seconds.
    3. When those same people react to 2) by calling me to ask me if my cubicle neignbor is in or not.
    4. When those same people ask me to take messages for him (usually about something he is selling or buying on ebay) after being told in no uncertain terms than "No, he is not in his cubicle".
    5. When the guy in the next cubicle returns from his mysterious expedition, picks up his mobile to check his missed calls and starts to (really noisily) consume his food.
    6. The people who come to visit my cubicle neighbor and throw half full coffee cups or leftovers into my trash can as they leave.

    So you felt like advertising your terrible communication skills to the entire world instead of actually talking to the guy.

    This is what I hate more than anything about IT: The unusually high number of catty, angry, little men who never say what's bothering them. That is, until they come into the office having a breakdown someday because they weren't man enough to deal with their problems when they were minor annoyances.

    My advice: grow some balls and quit crying about such tiny little things in life.