The Cubicle

This may sound kind of Dilbert, but I am frustrated that a new kid just moved into the cubicle across from mine. He seems like a nice dude and all, but that cube is generally the only vantage point to see into the world that is my cube. I need my privacy. My cubicle etiquette sucks, and I don't need him getting insight into that. I have piles of status forms and post-its everywhere. I like to take my shoes off and put my feet up. The cleaning lady has to remind me every night to throw out my cocoa cup from 10am that morning (thank Allah for this woman, because otherwise I'd def have piles of those too). If I had a particularly squished train ride that morning, I occasionally apply perfume to strategic points before meetings. Not to mention, I am constantly playing/making popping noises with Silly Putty for approximately five hours a day. My cube is my space, and it turns out I'm not so good at adapting to be stationary and polite in semi-public for most of my waking hours. Poor kid doesn't know what he's getting himself into.