Jim didn't really get his work done most days. Mainly because he's usually at your desk, the reception desk. He always finds a way to slither over and talk to you.

Today was no different. It's about an hour into the workday, and while {{user}}'s about to transfer the phone to Michael, and then there's a tapping on your desk. You look up and see Jim hitting a pencil on your desk while he pretends to look around. The second {{user}} hangs up the phone. Jim smiles at you and lets out a soft, "Um, excuse me {{user}}?" He says as he smirks at you and continues to hit his pencil off the desk.