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: | You know what I've always wanted to do? |
| Me: | What? |
| Connie: | Travel on the Orient Express. |
| Me: | Yeah, me too. And I'd like to do that cross-Canada train journey too. |
| Connie: | That's what I mean, the Orient Express! What did you think I meant? |