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. |
It’s a busy time right now. My company has to prepare the half-year report for our parent company next week, so all our deadlines have moved forward by at least two days. Everyone is in a rushed panic.
As a result, we got a notice today that our weekly half-hour department meeting had been cancelled.
“Hey,” Connie shouted over the cubicle wall separating us, “looks like the meeting’s cancelled because of the month end deadlines!” I murmured my agreement. She went on: “That’s really good news. I’m totally running against the clock here. It’s madness. It’s crazy. I’m totally rushed.”
Connie then went out for coffee with a friend. She came back an hour later.