I just did something about a half hour ago that I feel shitty about. I was talking with a supervisor about a co-worker whose performance has been less than stellar. She’s been in this position about 3 months now, but still asks questions like it’s her first week. I mean, really dumb questions; ones that I’ve answered a half dozen times already, but when I answer them again she says, “Oh, I didn’t know that, no one ever told me,” and it’s all I can do to keep from screaming, “Yes, I did! Pay attention! Take notes! Read the freaking manual! If you have a brain in your skull, USE IT!” But I don’t. I’m just nice that way.
Anyway, the supervisor was griping because it’s the nature of this particular position to have a high turnover rate, especially when we attempt to fill it with smart people. By this point, most smart people figure out it’s a crappy low-paying job and head out for greener pastures. But since this girl ain’t so smart, then that probably means we’re stuck with her. This is good because we’re tired of losing people and having to repeat the hiring and training processes every couple months. This is bad because we’re sick of answering her really dumb questions.
Now let me guess what you’re guessing: That she overheard us talking bad about her and her feelings were hurt. No, not quite. She’s out sick today so we had that going for us. But the supervisor was still griping about how smart people leave and had just rattled off a list of names of smart people who’d held the position in the past when Don the mail guy walked in and asked if someone had said his name. Being raised on sit-coms, I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head, “No, we were talking about smart people.” Of course the laugh track in my imagination went nuts, and a couple of my co-workers did, too, but Don appeared less than pleased. I apologized, I said I’m sorry, it was just a joke, I was teasing, I just couldn’t resist. But I’m afraid I may have really hurt his feelings. He just put his nose in the air and said something like, “I know where I’m not wanted,” and pretended to huff off, but part of me is still afraid he really was offended. He’s just so sweet and nice and kind, and I’m really quite beholden to him for work he’s done around the office to make it handicapped accessible, and now I’m afraid he thinks I think he’s dumb.
Damn, this was a bad day to forget to refill the Paxil prescription. I’m just going to sit here in my cube and cry until it’s time to go home 
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy
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