I Nearly Died And Everything
Of the many things I find wearing about open-plan office work
it’s the ‘tea run’. Committing myself to making a dozen hot beverages
for people with which I have only a fleeting relationship several times a day
only to receive a half-filled mug of unsatisfactory tea on ill-judged occasions
that I then discard is not my thing.
As such I refuse to be involved in the whole routine. I don't make tea.
As such I refuse to be involved in the whole routine. I don't make tea.
My Boss: How’d it go at the hospital?
Me: More a follow-up than anything really. I’ve got to go
back next month…
The conversation goes on for a while and I learn that my insufferably Fussy Colleague had
called the ambulance.
My Boss: It was good she did really. From what I can gather
you’d be dead otherwise. If the paramedics hadn’t took you to the Critical Care Hospital
Me: Oh. Yeah. Spose. [I look through the glass window of my
boss’s office at Fussy Colleague, busy faffing around and making everyone’s
life tiresome for no good reason] You could say she saved my life.
We discuss other stuff for a while and five minutes later
I’m sheepishly stood at the end of Fussy Colleague’s desk.
Me: Hey.
Fussy Colleague: Mmmph?
Me: So. Ehm. Fancy a cup of tea?
F.C: [Without glancing from her screen] No, Dave’s just made
me one thanks.
Me: Oh. Ok.
Whatever, I tried.
posted by Tired Dad at
9:00 pm
2 Comments:
Don't interrupt a fusspot mid-fuss!
Looby: When a person is made of fuss, whose whole life is a fuss-on and whose every interaction with the world is a stress, a problem, an additional pressure she does not need as it interrupts the pressure that has been purely created by the person herself then you have no choice.
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