Not even the cute, short, young variety.
Yesterday I had a little email spat with a coworker (he used to have a pretty good sense of humor, so I tried to be lighthearted about something. He came back with a hail of fire and brimstone. So much for lighthearted humor).
Today, he stopped by my department (something he hasn't done in over a year; just ask him) and said hello to one of my coworkers. She said hello back.
And then he responded to her (loudly, pointedly) I SAY HELLO TO YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE NICE.
Really?
Is my desk actually a sneaky time machine that's deposited me back in the 7th grade? Do I hear WHAM! on the radio?
I ignored it.
Then my coworker and I passed him again in the hallway, where we (and everyone within earshot) heard this:
OH LOOK! IT'S THE NICE ONE AND THE RUDE ONE!
Sigh. Is this what office politics has come to?
I wonder why he doesn't have a girlfriend.
Some things are destined to remain a mystery, I guess.
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