Don't get the co-workers wet, don't feed them after midnight...

So, after this terrible office move at my company, I find myself sitting in "suckers row" right next to the kitchen area. As if smelling tuna all day and being exposed to multiple microwaves from the 350 pound blobs heating up their half-dozen lean cuisine dinners wasn't bad enough. The past few days I've been getting splashed by some old bitty washing her dishes.

That's right. Getting splashed. From the sink. Over my 6 foot cube wall. Onto my head, computer, monitor and keyboard. This woman's dirty dishwater. Awesome. Only about 7 more months until my 2% raise.