Jump Start My Heart

There is, evidently, nothing funnier in cubicle-land than someone who startles easily. Trust me on this - I am one. By simply walking up to ask me a question, my coworkers have discovered this interesting fact. You would think I was selling state secrets to Iran the way I jump when someone says my name from 3 feet away.

At first, they were content to tease me. "I need a bell to wear around my neck." Biz-P has said. Big Dawg would start talking to me from 30 feet way and sort of ease up on me. "LPF .... LPF .... I'm coming to talk to you .... hello .... LPF .... Here I am ..."

Friday, however, OoRah took it to an all new level. He walked quietly up behind me, and poked me in the ribs.

As I pried my hands open, and climbed down off the ceiling, our ears ringing from the screams, OoRah decided that this was not a good idea after all. He has, in fact, submitted a requisition for a portable defibrillator to be available the next time someone needs to ask me which server the new code is on.