One of my favorite after-lunch activities is to corner Loose Cannon. He likes to throw out wild ideas while his eyes bulge and his veins pop out of his neck. He needs a fair amount of space to be able to comfortably do this. So when I corner him in his back-wall facing deskspace, he has to downscale the whole circus act, and it makes him visibly uncomfortable to be forced to do so. I've enjoyed inflicting this form of office torment for quite some time. Loose Cannon generally enjoys a great deal of personal space from the other employees, but getting into space--even a Loose Cannon's space--is my forte.
Imagine my dismay when I walked into his office after a particularly corpulent lunch looking for entertainment, and discovered that he KNEW I was coming. He promptly wheeled his chair around and stood up before I could corner him. What the hell, right?! I looked over his shoulder and discovered that he'd literally installed a rear-view mirror on his computer screen. With green duct tape. So now he knows when I, or anyone else, has entered the room to silently hover over his carefully crafted new facebook status, and can respond quickly enough to avoid being cornered.
So beware, minions of Corporate Kingdom. Loose Cannon can no longer be contained in his corner. He's free to shoot off anywhere, anytime. I'm going to see if I can find a doughnut.
Erupter posted a rather violent warning outside his office today. Steer clear, people of the office. As the Space Invader, it's going to be exceptionally difficult to follow my own advice. But I think we all ought to try and avoid injury, as the Bean Counter might have a coronary if the company has to pay for somebody's medical bills. 
