Icky

At work, taken off calls to do emails.
I wish they would do their manpower planning better because the girl I was covering was clearing leave. Ah well.

Sitting at the girl's table, I am directly across from Loser Guy. All is cool, I'm still extremely polite and civil, and I need to clarify something.

LG walks over and stands so close to me that the front of his trousers brush my shoulder. WTF?The last thing I want is this guy's crotch rubbing up against me. The body instinctively just shrunk to present as little surface area as possible.


Argh!