My cube mate picks his teeth with dental floss picks at his desk. *tchk*tchk*...*tchk*tchk*...*tchk*tchk* He appears to do it aimlessly, most of the time he's at his desk. It's his fidget stick. *tchk*tchk*...*tchk*tchk*...*tchk*tchk* He tells me to put on my headphones, so I don't hear it. *tchk*tchk*...*tchk*tchk*...*tchk*tchk* My headphones are a pair of ultra-comfy Sennheiser HD-600s. I don't say that to impress, but because of a particular feature they have -- they're open backed. I know I'm keeping the music volume at a safe level when I can hear the environment around me. Without that cue, I tend to gradually nudge the volume louder and louder. Of course, if I can hear the environment, I can hear him, too. *tchk*tchk*...*tchk*tchk*...*tchk*tchk* Never mind that I shouldn't have to put on headphones and crank music just to drown out his rude noises. He chews with his mouth open, too, so it's either the teeth picking, or the sound of his breakfast cereal being ground between his teeth.

sigh

I want an office.