... help me to see who the fuck is sneaking up on me.In the public service, the vast bulk of us paper shuffling clones in sector 7 G work in work stations. Yes, sexy name huh? A work station is a L shaped desk where your PC is situated at the join of the L. Actually it's more like a set square but would the kids even know what that is? Anyway, the workstation will have walls up to chest high (meaning you can just see over it when seated) or higher if you have an extension. Typically your WS will share a non walled border (and corral) with a mirror image work station next to you.The assembly line of the information economy in other words.Anyway, my WS is positioned off the central corridor - only it faces the other way. So I have the unpleasant experience of people walking up to see me in my blind spot. It's only when they 'ahem' or I catch a flicker of a reflection in the opaque WS divider that I know they're there.I fucking hate it.Recently I hired a hire car for work. Being a monstrous vehicle I augmented it with a blind spot mirror. I kept the mirror when I handed it back.So that blind spot mirror will now be put to good use. Sure I will feel like I am in a shop where those curved mirrors allegedly help deter shoplifters but at least I will catch a distorted fish lens view of people coming up behind me to try and give me work. TheWife suggested too that if I spot someone I don't want to talk to in my magic mirror, that becomes an ideal point to pick up the phone and pretend to make a call before they reach me.She's cunning like a fox.