Fireside Chat. Coffeeshop Visit.

​Dear loud nasal-voiced woman sitting over my left shoulder,

You need to stop talking.  Please.
We three writers sitting quietly by the fireplace are cringing and wincing, shooting each other rolling-eyes about your “how annoying boss, Bob” and how late meeting invites were ignored.  The rapid-fire banality of your workplace drama and gossip–Diana is a slut, AND she sounds lazy, yes, you’re right–has meaning only to you. Have you checked if your friend across the table is still breathing? Peter and Ross and Justine should not attack each other, and blame is a byproduct of working with folks who believe “it’s not their job”, whatever it is. Georgia needs a plumber and Henry will not be a good presenter if he can’t come to work sober.
But, thank you for reminding me why I seek a non-office workplace.  Thank you. ❤
February 3, 2015

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