A particularly attractive woman in her late 20s sits two aisles from me and some teammates (also in their late 20s/ealy 30s). I don’t have a clear view of her from my cube but they do. As such, they take advantage of their strategic location and scope her out as much as possible. It’s really quite sad but I can’t blame them – I’d probably do the same given I had their prime geographic placement. The kicker here is that they’ve been caught staring and have revised their scoping approach accordingly.

She has apparently stolen quick glances of them and discovered their unprofessional behavior while they were fixated on her. To counteract said discovery, they ignore her until their peripheral vision tells them she glanced and then resume reconnaissance.

I, however, am no less guilty than they. I stop by their cubes pretending to discuss work for the sole purpose of checking up on their (her?) progress.

My only claim to innocence is that I actually went up to her and introduced myself… for work reasons of course. One of her emails ended up in my inbox and I had some questions for her.

Cube-land seems a lot like junior high all of a sudden. “Hey, did you see what Jenny’s wearing today? [drool]” Being single in Corporate America is about as convoluted as the 8th grade dance scene.