Please stop humming. Stop. Stop. Stop! I gather you do this when you are thinking, and I do not want to impede on the complicated work you do (it really is complicated number stuff) but I will jump over the wall and strangle you if you do not stop.
Sincerely, from the northern cubicle
I hate working in a cubicle. I miss offices. With doors. Haven't had one with a window in a long time, but I hear those are nice too. This is leading to a letter to the brain-wave who came up with the idea of the cubicle, but I've got to find my ipod to drown out my neighbour.