rear window

Having a window by my desk is completely unproductive for work.  Half the time, I'm just staring straight into the building across the street (50 feet if I were to wager a guess), doing my best impression of Jimmy Stewart in Rear Window.  My favorite is Solitaire/Free Cell man.  He's barely in the office, and when he is, he's playing games on his computer.  Not the fun ones, just the ones that come with Windows.  The untraceables. Smart man.  Or not so smart man...because his office space is the same size as mine.

Anyhow, last week he was also the cause for my consternation.  In his office was a life-size cardboard cut-out of Barack Obama.  He was facing out, so ostensibly, there was a man constantly staring at me from my peripheral vision.  That's a smiling 6'2" man.  A much of a cutie as the man is, it's disconcerting after day 2.  I was even contemplating ordering one for myself (a friend whipped out his iphone during dinner to find this information for me -- show off), when the faux!Bama disappeared on Friday.  To get one now would just be petty.

And now I have gesticulating girl in the empty office.  She's been standing in one of the empty offices talking on her cell phone for about twenty minutes now.  Go office productivity! (Also see: me writing up this blog entry.)  Bygones.  Why do people gesticulate when they're talking on the phone?  No one can see them (except the voyeur across the way), and no one can appreciate the wild hand movements.  I'm sure I've been guilty of this myself, but I'm very puzzled.

Hmm.  She's gone.  This only leaves me with girl eating microwaveable meal in the wee kitchen on 3.  Bored.