This is a bubbly Accounts Payable chick, fairly dim and oblivious, who feels the need to “out” your every arrival, departure, and absence:  “Hey Savage, I haven’t been able to catch you in your cube all day!” Or “You ALREADY outta here Savage?”  I believe my favorite situation is when I’m obviously trying to slink in a few minutes tardy without being discovered by one of Cankles’ sentries, having only a few steps to go until cube-sanctity is reached – only to receive a boisterous “Good morning Savage!  Was traffic really heavy?”

 Even more irritating is the fact that every now and then the unfortunate situation arises when a pdf-challenged individual needs to zip some vital document our way via ancient technology.  This of course means a fax will be delivered to your cube, and the Announcer dons that role with pride.  She does it with style of course, by thoroughly digesting its contents en route to the intended recipient, so that she can announce what is being placed in your inbox upon her arrival to your cube – “Looks like this one is from your Mom!”  Just yesterday I saw that some guy’s freaking prostrate exam results were on the machine – wish I could’ve been a fly on that wall!

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