Get a room—but don't use mine

Hmm, who's been sitting in my chair? And who's been using my 'puter? And who's been watching my TV? I came into work this morning and noticed that my chair was uncharacteristically turned away from the door, the remote was on my desk instead of on the television (yes, I know, but I work for a media company, so it's a normal piece of office furniture), the channel was set to Fox (which I have never watched) instead of CNN, and the sound was turned up on my 'puter. Is this a money-saving measure—a corporate form of hot-bedding in which swing shifts occupy day timers' work spaces at night?

I think not.

A few months ago alcohol containers, condoms and other evidence of sexual activity were found in the so-called "privacy room," which is intended for my cubicle-dwelling colleagues to use for naps or closed-door computer use. Turns out someone in maintenance was using the privacy room to entertain his girlfriend. People were scandalized. I, however, was merely amused. Now I'm not so amused. Just feels weird to have someone I don't know intruding on my turf.

I've got my office set up for maximum concealment—my 'puter facing away from the door so no one passing by can see that I'm, well, scribbling in my blog instead of copy-editing articles, my chair facing the door so I can see who's entering, a chair for visitors next to the door so no one need penetrate too deep into the room—and it's a little eerie to think that someone has sat where I'm sitting, looked over my shoulder, so to speak, at my 'puter and watched my TV. I don't have anything to hide, really. But still.