Confessions of a Genius Co-worker |
This blog is dedicated to Connie, a woman whose moments of complete stupidity pass over our shared cubicle wall like little paper airplanes of blithering ignorance. A single middle-aged accountant with cougar-ish tendencies, when Connie isn't asking how many pieces of quinoa there are in a cup or messing up our company's credit rating, she can mostly be found singing along to Lady Gaga's Bad Romance in a voice just loud enough to hear. From the next building. And before you ask: Names have been changed to protect the functionally useless. |
| Connie: | Hey, do you have the same BlackBerry as me? I need some help with something that isn't working. [Connie holds up her red BlackBerry Curve] |
| Me: | A Curve? Yes, here... [I hold up my silver BlackBerry Curve] |
| Connie: | Oh, no, I thought you had a red one. Never mind. I need to find someone who has the same one as me. |
