Richard is a nice guy. At times, he seems too nice. Here’s what I don’t like about him:

* Whenever he leaves our office, he asks me if I want anything. Does this mean he wants me to ask him the same thing whenever I leave? Good luck with that!

* He talks non-stop. It’s all nice and pleasant chit-chat, but he seems uncomfortable by silence. I’m wondering how he even gets his job done. He keeps asking questions to draw me into the conversation, and when I don’t say anything, he just keeps babbling about nonsense. Floor plans and the Wizard of Oz and fancy restaurants.

* He acts like he knows me. Right in the middle of one of his stories, he said, “You probably don’t like Emma Franklin, but I think her version of blumblahblum is better than Janis Joplin’s.” Why would he think I don’t like Emma Franklin? I’ve never even heard of her.

* He thinks Frank Herbert is a better writer than Orson Scott Card. That almost sucked me in.

* He’s asked me several times why I have stuff scattered all over my desk. I wanted to tell him that for me, putting something in the file cabinet is just like putting it in the trash can. I keep stuff on my desk because it’s handy, that’s why. But that’s none of his business.

I will say this. I could be a whole lot worse.

Isolation score: 3