I don’t because I remember when I was the new guy and I did not like the ‘jokes’ played on me. Now that I’m in charge, such ‘fun’ has been stopped.
Apparently, my company likes to torture the new guys by making us sit through weeks of orientation, filling out mountains of HR paperwork, and making us remember a dozen intranet passwords.
This is really gross, but there’s a guy, Jason, a few cubes over from me who has what we term “phlegm issues.” He’s constantly gagging and coughing, and judging from the dried evidence all over the side of his chair, does not believe in kleenex. We avoid him like the plague, because we’re sure he’s carrying it.
A few weeks ago this completely obnoxious guy from our Paris office came to a meeting. My boss made a point of taking him over to meet, and shake hands with, Jason. eeeewwwwwww!