Finger Nails
When I learned to cut my nails as a small child, I learned to do it over a trashcan. It was unacceptable for my fingernails to be anywhere but on my fingers or in the trashcan. The floor, the table, my mouth, it was just unheard of. It doesn’t happen.
A couple months ago I found a finger nail on my desk, it wasn’t mine, it was long and yellow. Even if my nails were yellow (which they aren’t) they’re never long (I cut them several times a week because if they get long enough for me to bite on them, I will). It was disgusting, I couldn’t believe that there was someone elses fingernail on my desk (and it could’ve been anybody’s because I sat at the front desk).
Today I found out where that nail came from. It came from a co-worker (obviously) but a particular one. She was standing at another co-worker’s desk today clipping her nails. As if it weren’t annoying enough that you could hear the clip clip clip of the clippers as she clipped she was leaning against the desk and clipping her nails, and they were flying everywhere. I just had to walk away because if I hadn’t I would have told her how not cool it was to clip her nails at someone elses desk and at a minimum not over a trashcan.
It’s so disgusting. When she left we had to break out the clorox wipes to clean up the nails that were on my buddies desk. And we had to pick up the nails off the floor. I mean, come on, where are your basic thinking skills. If you gotta clip your nails at work at a minimum do it over a trashcan. Seriously.