Feliz Navidad. I had a coworker that would play it on his cubicle boombox and it’s just a bad song to hear while you’re trying to do something in a spreadsheet.
I really don’t know. He was a contractor and I suspect he was already on the way out the door for safety interactions, so maybe the host company didn’t want to rock the boat while dealing with that paperwork? He was only in the office maybe a week a month, but that week… earplugs were my friend.
He’d also repeatedly ask when I was having kids or (if he happened to remember I wasn’t married) when I was getting married. Very… hrrm… poorly socialized white boomer man? I was a 20-something new graduate at the time and thought maybe this was normal workplace stuff. It wasn’t.
Feliz Navidad. I had a coworker that would play it on his cubicle boombox and it’s just a bad song to hear while you’re trying to do something in a spreadsheet.
How is “cubicle boombox” even a thing?
I really don’t know. He was a contractor and I suspect he was already on the way out the door for safety interactions, so maybe the host company didn’t want to rock the boat while dealing with that paperwork? He was only in the office maybe a week a month, but that week… earplugs were my friend.
He’d also repeatedly ask when I was having kids or (if he happened to remember I wasn’t married) when I was getting married. Very… hrrm… poorly socialized white boomer man? I was a 20-something new graduate at the time and thought maybe this was normal workplace stuff. It wasn’t.
Sounds terrible, but at least you’re speaking in past tense now…