This post is an extension of the basic idea presented in an older post of mine - Cubicles and cute chicks
Well, this is my second stint in the world of cubicles. It feels good being back. The plush offices, the food courts, the pretty ppl, the carpeted floors...am loving it all. Although, there were some things that dint go well with me during my first stint in this arena (its been 4 years since). One of 'em was the constant annoyance created by the men folk who'd crowd around a semi-cute looking girl's desk(yes, she was a girl, barely a major) who happened to sit right next to me in the cubicle.
Now if I tell you that Phoolan was a fairy-tale version of what Fiona is, you'd think that I am exaggerating. But that is so not the case. Here are the reasons.
The male entourage
On the one hand, Phoolan did have her male entourage, but they were just a regular bunch of despo guys salivating at the sight of a semi cute chick. On the other hand, Fiona has her male posse which comprises of the retarded yo-man-i-dont-know-why-i-show-up-like-a-dick dude, the guy with the my-chest-has-to-be-1 meter-ahead-of-the-rest-of-my-body-at-all-times kind of walking style, the giggle-o who always giggles screechingly no matter what and the boil-faced fellow ogre who gives guest appearances at times. So there we have it - Retarded Dude (RD), Chest Man(CM), Giggle-o (GG) and Boil face (BF)...this is Fiona's posse. Its a noisy, filthy and uncouth collection of uncivil neanderthals. Imagine a Skeletor or a Gollum trying to flirt with a creature who is equally as bizarre(say an Ursula or a Cruella) in an even more bizarre manner. Welcome to my world :(
The chick
Phoolan was pretty, at least semi-cute. She had a rising smile and she knew how to carry herself around the salivating mongrels. And I haven't told this ever before, but she also had a sweet voice. Now Fiona is like Phoolan's mirror image(only if the mirror is dipped in dirt and taken out of Retarded Dude's ass). Ok, she's not pretty. Nowhere close to that even. She's got a pigmented face, pigmented teeth and mutant body odor. She doesn't talk, she brays. She doesn't whisper, she brays. She doesn't gesture to call someone, she brays. Her voice box is a cross between MTV's Udham Singh and Times Now's Arnab Goswami (sad that this voice box had to be given to a woman). Guys at the other end of the floor have asked me about the donkey-like brays being heard from near my cube(It's Fiona on the desk phone talking sweet-nothings to one of her entourage members). I've told them that it must be the faulty electrical wiring that's making the funny noises.(But I know sooner or later that they'll find out and make fun of my pathetic condition)
Work Load
Phoolan used to remain engrossed in her work and she knew how to use her work as a weapon to ward off unnecessary advances from the despo kings. But Fiona has no work. Nor does any of her irritating posse members. And from the looks of it, she doesn't even want any work. She seems pretty content braying on her desk phone all day picking calls from her group of followers.
The support
There used to be times when the older guys in the cube would take a harsh stand and ward off the despo guys away from Phoolan's desk. This used to happen once in a while, but it was a very important sanity check for all of us to remain normal. But over here, the other women folk of the cube have not done their bit to try and stop this animal. That is because they themselves engage in excessive low-volume banter from time to time. And I'm like the only silent sufferer bearing all this on a daily basis.
Presence of mind
At times, Phoolan would get the negative vibe from the cube and she'd then decide to shift the action to the cafeteria or any other place far away from the cube. But Fiona, being the new and un-groomed ogre that she is, is yet to learn the tricks of the trade. And we're all hoping that she learns 'em soon, so that we all can be spared of the daily harassment that she and her entourage are putting us through nowadays.
I need a raise because I am working in such exceptional work conditions :)
Well, this is my second stint in the world of cubicles. It feels good being back. The plush offices, the food courts, the pretty ppl, the carpeted floors...am loving it all. Although, there were some things that dint go well with me during my first stint in this arena (its been 4 years since). One of 'em was the constant annoyance created by the men folk who'd crowd around a semi-cute looking girl's desk(yes, she was a girl, barely a major) who happened to sit right next to me in the cubicle.
If you've read the earlier post(which I think you shud), you would know that the person I was referring to as 'Phoolan' was the semi-cute chick who used to sit to my right in the office cubicle. My current cubicle situation is not very different. I'm the only member of the stronger sex in that cube. To my right is the team lead, vastly experienced, married and has the answers to all your questions(ahem...I mean technical questions). To her right is another senior team member who is so busy coding and scheduling meetings that she hardly ever stares outside of the 14' screen in front of her. To her right(and to my immediate left) is the apple of my eye, the bump of my nose, the shit remains of my slippers: the ogre chick 'Fiona', the new joinee fresh out of college.
Now if I tell you that Phoolan was a fairy-tale version of what Fiona is, you'd think that I am exaggerating. But that is so not the case. Here are the reasons.
The male entourage
On the one hand, Phoolan did have her male entourage, but they were just a regular bunch of despo guys salivating at the sight of a semi cute chick. On the other hand, Fiona has her male posse which comprises of the retarded yo-man-i-dont-know-why-i-show-up-like-a-dick dude, the guy with the my-chest-has-to-be-1 meter-ahead-of-the-rest-of-my-body-at-all-times kind of walking style, the giggle-o who always giggles screechingly no matter what and the boil-faced fellow ogre who gives guest appearances at times. So there we have it - Retarded Dude (RD), Chest Man(CM), Giggle-o (GG) and Boil face (BF)...this is Fiona's posse. Its a noisy, filthy and uncouth collection of uncivil neanderthals. Imagine a Skeletor or a Gollum trying to flirt with a creature who is equally as bizarre(say an Ursula or a Cruella) in an even more bizarre manner. Welcome to my world :(
The chick
Phoolan was pretty, at least semi-cute. She had a rising smile and she knew how to carry herself around the salivating mongrels. And I haven't told this ever before, but she also had a sweet voice. Now Fiona is like Phoolan's mirror image(only if the mirror is dipped in dirt and taken out of Retarded Dude's ass). Ok, she's not pretty. Nowhere close to that even. She's got a pigmented face, pigmented teeth and mutant body odor. She doesn't talk, she brays. She doesn't whisper, she brays. She doesn't gesture to call someone, she brays. Her voice box is a cross between MTV's Udham Singh and Times Now's Arnab Goswami (sad that this voice box had to be given to a woman). Guys at the other end of the floor have asked me about the donkey-like brays being heard from near my cube(It's Fiona on the desk phone talking sweet-nothings to one of her entourage members). I've told them that it must be the faulty electrical wiring that's making the funny noises.(But I know sooner or later that they'll find out and make fun of my pathetic condition)
Work Load
Phoolan used to remain engrossed in her work and she knew how to use her work as a weapon to ward off unnecessary advances from the despo kings. But Fiona has no work. Nor does any of her irritating posse members. And from the looks of it, she doesn't even want any work. She seems pretty content braying on her desk phone all day picking calls from her group of followers.
The support
There used to be times when the older guys in the cube would take a harsh stand and ward off the despo guys away from Phoolan's desk. This used to happen once in a while, but it was a very important sanity check for all of us to remain normal. But over here, the other women folk of the cube have not done their bit to try and stop this animal. That is because they themselves engage in excessive low-volume banter from time to time. And I'm like the only silent sufferer bearing all this on a daily basis.
Presence of mind
At times, Phoolan would get the negative vibe from the cube and she'd then decide to shift the action to the cafeteria or any other place far away from the cube. But Fiona, being the new and un-groomed ogre that she is, is yet to learn the tricks of the trade. And we're all hoping that she learns 'em soon, so that we all can be spared of the daily harassment that she and her entourage are putting us through nowadays.
I need a raise because I am working in such exceptional work conditions :)
