People are weird
I’m back at work today. I was eating lunch in the breakroom, and one of my coworkers walked by. He saw the poinsettias on the table and said, “Flowers? What are those for?”
I said, “They’ve been there since Christmas. Didn’t you notice?”
And he said, “No, I guess I didn’t.”
At least he noticed them eventually. He’s known as our grumpiest employee, but I still like him. He’s funny and weird. He’s a bad influence on me, though. He laughs when I’m snide, which is conditioning me toward snideness in his presence. Not always smart at work.
He’s one of those antisocial types (yes, worse than me) who never goes to any of the office parties or talks to anyone if he can help it. He signed the sympathy card my coworkers gave me, though, which was kind of a surprise. Maybe that’s the key: be an a-hole 98% of the time, then when you’re nice, people take notice.
