One late afternoon, I took a plant to the kitchenette sink on my floor and started watering it. 

A minute or so later, I looked to my left and saw the assistant building manager on my floor, standing with his arms crossed, glaring at me.

I looked over at him with an expression of What are you doing?

“I’m watching you to make sure you’re safe,” he responded.

I wasn’t in the mood for mediocracy and cube safety.

“Are you sh*ting me!?” 

He wasn’t.