Twice this morning someone has wandered by my office, interrupted me and asked where so-and-so is. I have directed them down the hall. The first person evidently is a true dumbass or one of those people with the can’t understand directions learning disabilty (in which case, self-disclose and I won’t be irritated) because after I pointed and told him the next door on the right he came back still lost. Then I was forced to get up and go out into the hall to show him what I meant when I pointed and said the next door on the right. Oh that door on the right. Yes, the one on the right. Then, I got up to go get cream for my coffee and saw him totally go the wrong way even though a sign directly in front of him urged him to go right. A sign with a big arrow on it. Maybe he has a disability that forces him to go left in order to go right. Or maybe my dumbass assessment is right on the money.
After the second lost soul interrupted me I got up and shut my door. I did not move out here to become the freaking stationmaster or the chatty-cathy-hi-hello-good-morning-fifty-times-even-though-I-already-told-you-that girl.
Closing the door sounds like the perfect solution. Although some are dumbass enough to knock on doors, looking for directions.
Apparently there are also some around here who ignore closed doors and just bust in.
Unbelievable.