.i.don't.like.

i don't like people who stare. i'm stuck in a cube where i feel like i'm being stared at. i try to look busy, so the person doesn't talk to me; but even then, the person stares. like the person wants to see what i'm doing. yeah, so what if i'm blogging? you're not employed by my company, you're a consultant. why does it matter to you? and why do you feel as if you can jump into any conversation that is heard in our area?

i know. i'm mean. but my space has been invaded. and my concentration broken.

i can't wait until we move floors.