Tough Times at Work

My name is on the outside of my cubicle. My Cubicle is the first one as you enter the office area. I arrived at work a little early this morning.

You would not think that any of these things would be a problem, but I not a person who wants to chitchat with anyone. I find life is easier if no one knows my name. People at work, with a few exceptions, are never your friend, no matter how friendly they act.

At least a dozen people said "Good Morning, Keith" as they came into the office this morning. Half of them asked about the tourism department kiosk in my office (my standard answer is that is an alien teleportation device.) I had to smile and act like a caring human with these people.

Now, another bunch of people know who I am, and I will be forced to smile and nod my head when I pass them on the way to the bathroom. I am not a nice person. I don't want to be a nice person. I don't need any more friends.

I have to go now, everyone is going out for Dunkin' Donuts. I guess I can be sociable for a few minutes without compromising my integrity, but when I get back...