Fortress of Solitude

I wasn't getting anything done, being in the middle of the action. Every time I got back on track, working on something, someone else would approach me with a problem. There were two other guys to bother in the room. They were in full view. But the guys always thought I was the only one with the answers. So I'd go help them wipe their you-know-whats, come back, and sit at my desk for ten minutes, trying to remember what I'd been doing. As soon as I remembered and started getting back on track, someone else would interrupt, requesting that I change his diaper.
So when we got the cubicle walls, I jumped at the opportunity to test an old addage: "Out of sight, out of mind". So I moved my desk way back there in the dark corner where no one ever dared to go. I erected the wall and even put up a sign. All of this seems to have had the opposite effect, though. The wall just happens to be at the perfect height for someone to rest his chin upon. So I'll be sitting there, banging away at my duties, and I'll look up and someone's head will be resting on my wall, staring at me.
When the guys come back from the field, they can't see me, but they know I'm there. The novelty of the wall hasn't worn off yet and they think it's fun to continue to interrupt me. I guess it's the homey mood lighting I've installed. I yell at them every time they do it, so it's not like they say "Hey, I'm in the mood for a quiet, intelligent conversation, I'll go see what Steve's doing.
I'm going to get some of those spiky strips they put on buildings and towers to keep the birds from roosting. I think I've got a roll of barbed wire somewhere around here too.
I guess when they realize their insurance has lapsed and they've been working here for two years without a raise, maybe they'll get the picture that it's important not to interrupt me when I'm in my fortress.