They look through the wall of glass in front of my desk and watch me like a zoo animal as I work on my computer and take important phone calls. They knock on my door before entering my office. They ask me for permission. They tell me their accomplishments hoping for my approval. They talk about me behind my back. They think I don’t hear them impersonating me by the water cooler, but I’ve set up this office so I can hear everything.
They think that they know what I’m doing because of the glass wall. I did that on purpose. I set this office up with all of their desks facing me. I can see them and whenever any of them think about goofing off they can see me. They know I’m watching them. They know I’m in here working hard and expecting them to do the same.
They can’t see my computer screen. That’s by design. While they work I’m bidding collectible Hot Wheels on eBay. I loosen my tie. The 1974 Flying Colors Street Machines just got away to a faster bidder. I bang my fist on the desk and shake my head. They all think I’ve lost a big deal or that the company is losing money. Maybe they think one of them is about to get fired. I look up from my desk and can see a few of them staring at me with frightened eyes. Let them think that. It will make them work harder.