at work... can you believe what happens here?

sometimes
my workplace is
surreal
software engineering office...
ex-gas station building converted...
maybe it's the personalities
that inhabit this old decrepit building
(ok, it may be old and leaky,
but it still looks ok from the outside)
right now,
my colleague is shaving his chest
with an electric shaver
he's been doing this
for the past 20 minutes
as if
one can't hear the sounds
when there's a partition in the way
nevermind,
that anyone walking by the door
can see straight into his area
and don't mention
the big picture window
that both of our desks face
oh yeah,
and he's the one who insists on
having the blinds completely open
yup,
the things i have to put up with
and i have to walk past his desk to get out of the room
now normally i'd say,
to each his own
but when he's dusting off hair particles
i get a bit grossed out
(there is ALOT of hair)
plus the sounds he's making
(weird moaning sounds)
and the smells in the air
(strange lotion smells)
one wonders not only about
how unhygienic this might be
but what goes through his head
that makes him so comfortable doing this
maybe he just feels like he's at home...
oh well,
i thought i'd try to write
something profound
and um,
guess inspiration strikes in the place of the crass today
and so i'm just writing this