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: | Are you coming to work tomorrow? |
| Me: | Yes. |
| Connie: | I'm not. I decided to take the day off, so I just let [boss] know. Isn't that right, [boss]? |
| Boss: | Yes, that's right. |
| Me: | Oh, why? |
| Connie: | Well, so many people are taking the day off because of the G20...I looked at the people who are actually coming in tomorrow and I thought, "I don't want to be stuck here with those losers". |
| Me: | Connie, you realise the only 'losers' who are coming in tomorrow are me... |
| Boss: | ...and me? |
