Why is that when there's one person you simply can't stand at work, you end up in the next cubicle? Your dislike swells to loathing as you listen to every inane comment they make, their full throated laughter at their own jokes, the grinding of their molars on the handful after handful of pretzels going down their skinny craw. Then their phone alarm goes off as it does each and every stinking day. Even though the phone is within inches of their hand, the chiming  goes on and on until they're able to muster the energy to move their hand the inches required to shut it off.  It's going to be such a happy day when I don't ever have to see his face again, or hear his hard soled shoes slapping the floor as he regales us with  his words of wisdom in his special authoritative man voice.