I think that I’ve mentioned before that there’s a gal who works in my area that is slightly off.  She is a “full figured” woman (cough obese) who has way out of the norm social skills.

She just doesn’t get that people don’t want to be talked at about her second job, how she’s trying to lose weight, or the fact that she eats KFC all the time (barf).  And yes, she just from these topics without missing a beat, and without allowing the person being spoken to to have a word in - there’s no conversing, just talking at. 

Now because I’m usually not someone that she corners to speak at, so I find this funny about her - I have a trick that goes something along the lines of taking a step away from her with every word that I say, and it works - occasionally I’ll be trapped in my cube and have been left trying hard to hide my laughter behind an empty cup of water.

Thankfully for my entertainment this gal really loves talking at my neighbor across the hall in her cube, and we’ve all decided that making phone calls to our neighbor is the best way to end the awkwardness, neighbor being quite greatful when the phone rings.

Anyway, yesterday socially awkward gal was talking up a storm about trying to find a new job (she’s getting the ax over here) and none of us are so mean that we’d end her pouring out her frustrations over the job market, so no phone call was deemed necessary, but once the topic changed over to food for a minute, and what she had for lunch there were fingers being snapped in code for “Help, Phone Call”.

Another cube neighbor is the usual caller since the way he’s positioned it’s less obvious, and I could see him frantically looking for the phone number while I frantically tried to take out my headphones to pretend that I’ve listening to music.

When I finally got them out of my overhead my desk looked like this…

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And it all made a really loud noise, my cube neighbors all looked at me while socially awkward didn’t miss a beat about fried chicken.

More snaps were happening while I was in a life or death situation of trying to look busy before getting cornered into a one sided chitchat - my neighbor lost the extension number. 

I quickly emailed the number to him, he called, at the first ring socially awkward left the cube just as I finished putting in my headphones, she looked over at me, and took half a step into my cube before deciding that I looked too busy to talk. 

We were all saved…it was as if we were all in a speakeasy during prohibition, and we were being raided, but hide everything behind our backs…so close.