As you saw, the well-meaning coworker threw his convictions out the window and got sucked into the black hole of work place distraction, thereby punting on productivity and even sales. Sadly, counting down to Happy Hour doesn’t pay the bills.

If you’d like to avoid this dangerous pitfall ,but not be that guy (you know, the one who complains to the boss), try a free white noise generator (and maybe a new cubicle).

Today, however, I am writing to you, O Distractor.  Whether you are making inappropriate jokes, clicking your finger nails, tapping your heels, emitting bodily odors and sounds, overly rejoicing over a sale (it had to happen some time, right?), arguing too loudly with your other half via an office-traveling phone call, eating odiferous ethnic foods or just plain old tuna, this is for you.

And I’m not sorry.  You deserve it.  Maybe now you’ll work instead of irritating the rest of us.  Until that day, I will block you.