Blog on the Lillypad
Friday, December 19, 2003
 | Almost worse than death
I came in early today and settled down to working on a document. Two of our female workers were locked in intense, loud, conversation about their divorces. I wanted to start banging my head on the desk and not stop until I couldn't hear them any more. I've figured out why I so hate to be around conversations like this---it's because divorce is a serious thing. I don't want to hear about the first time people had sex; I don't want to hear about their first argument and the intricate web of how it all started; and I REALLY don't want to hear about their divorce---not in a casual setting like work when the two of them are positively braying about it, as though taking pride in how badly they were used. When somebody takes divorce very seriously and talks with me very seriously about it, I do take it seriously. But oh, the game of one-upmanship with such a serious and dreadful event makes me want to yell over the cube walls for them to take it outside. Of course I didn't do that. Chicken! |
