Wednesday, August 16, 2006
You mean my oatmeal?
I was in the lunchroom this morning, heating up my bowl of oatmeal. This guy who works on my floor (I’ve seen him around and met him once at some company party recently) was there talking to some people. I’m standing there waiting for the microwave to beep that it’s finished when he suddenly turns around and asks me, “So how much longer?”
I stared blankly at him for a second, glanced at the microwave, and said, “You mean… my… oatmeal?” What the heck was this guy talking about? Why did he care about how much longer it would be before I was done? There were three other empty microwaves!
“No!” he replies. “Aren’t you leaving??”
“Me? Leaving the company? No! You must be thinking of Sandy (*not her real name).”
“Ohhh yeah!”
We look nothing alike. We have different jobs and different personalities. I think someone was drinking too much at that party.
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