I now share an office with three other coworkers. We are in one another's pocket, day in-day out. And I'm at the end of my tether with one of them. If I were to strangle her, how much time would I get?
A little jailtime might be worth it.
We lost a coworker yesterday. I am sad about this. It hasn't escaped my notice that she can't be bothered to offer him contacts for a new job, or even shoot him a "how are you doing the morning after?" email or text. Instead she's blissfully on the phone, yammering all day with her sisters and friends. She's also been known to strum her ukelele and sing softly, right there at her workstation, in the office we all share.
In a world where lay-offs may still be imminent, I don't appreciate her advertising how NOT busy we are in this office.
I'm not violent by nature, but slamming her cranium with the gavel shown above might be satisfying.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
Strums ukelele in the shared office?!? Clearly justifiable homicide.
ReplyDeleteI'm with NerdBliss. You got my not-guilty vote at ukelele!
ReplyDeleteLOL Yes, what fun it is sharing a working space, right?
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