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: | He's engaged to an English model, huh. And she was born in 1979, so there's an age difference. He was born in '66, she was born in '79. So that makes them... |
| Connie: | ... |
| Connie: | ... |
| Connie: | That makes them 17 years apart! |
| Connie: | No, wait... |
| Connie: | ... |
| Connie: | '66 and '79... |
| Connie: | ... |
| Connie: | Yeah, yeah, they're 17 years apart! That's terrible! |
| Me: | They're 13 years apart... |
| Connie: | That's what I mean, yes, 13 years apart! |
| Me: | It's a good job you don't have a job where you need mathematical skills at all, isn't it? |
| Connie: | What do you mean? I'm an accountant! |
