My computer monitor at work is a nice, wide, shiny Mac monitor. I used to eschew Macs simply because I’m not used to them, as most of my employers have provided PCs for work use. However, I’m learning to embrace the technological advantages Macs have over PCs.
My wonderful monitor serves as a mirror for me to see who approaches my desk. My back faces most people per the design of my cubicle. The great thing about this mirror function is the ability to spy on someone who’s been spying on me since I started this position a few weeks ago. Friends, I have a stalker. What started as friendly invitations to lunch escalated into bombardments of text messages, showing up at my weekend place of employment, leaving gifts and notes on my desk, and waiting for me outside of the restroom at work. I had to squash this guy for good by reporting him to HR. My request, via text, to stop sending me messages was not effective. HR took action yesterday, so I’m grateful.
The downside is the awkwardness, now that I have no communication with this person. His desk is behind mine (we sit back to back), so I pass him constantly throughout the day. I can only wonder what thoughts turn in his twisted head as he sees the back of mine for eight hours a day. At least I can check to see if he’s staring at me by glancing into the acrylic black rectangle of my monitor. He’ll never know, either. Creepy, huh?