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Tell Me Why I Don't Like Mondays
Sep. 19th, 2011 04:20 pmToday started badly: I overslept, not enough to be late, but enough that I had to rush, which makes me crazy. Next, when I opened email, there were several very demanding, bordering on insulting emails from last Friday, after I'd already left for the day. I waded through and answered them as courteously as possible, without responding as I would have preferred. The rest of the day wasn't much better - my coworkers getting wound up tight over really stupid, unnecessary stuff.
Then, we had our weekly department meeting at 2pm. One of the managers came in a couple of minutes late, obviously distressed, her eyes still red from crying, and visibly shaking. She told us she'd just received a call from a family member who couldn't confirm if it was true, but believed that their nephew had shot and killed himself this morning. She excused herself to go make phone calls and find out what, if anything, had happened.
After she left, the room erupted and several of my coworkers were informing the others about the nephew, what a mess he was, constantly making trouble, etc., and finished the explanation with, "But what do you expect with such crappy parents?!"
My heart felt like it was being dragged over a cheese grater. I wanted to jump to the parents' defense, but I couldn't make my voice work. Then, I spent the rest of the day wondering if that's how people think about Sean, Jeff and me.
Oh well, one of these days, I'm going to resolve this in my head and feel better about it. Until then, I have to don some heavy armor and stop worrying about what other people think/say/do.
But, just for the record, Mondays suck.
Then, we had our weekly department meeting at 2pm. One of the managers came in a couple of minutes late, obviously distressed, her eyes still red from crying, and visibly shaking. She told us she'd just received a call from a family member who couldn't confirm if it was true, but believed that their nephew had shot and killed himself this morning. She excused herself to go make phone calls and find out what, if anything, had happened.
After she left, the room erupted and several of my coworkers were informing the others about the nephew, what a mess he was, constantly making trouble, etc., and finished the explanation with, "But what do you expect with such crappy parents?!"
My heart felt like it was being dragged over a cheese grater. I wanted to jump to the parents' defense, but I couldn't make my voice work. Then, I spent the rest of the day wondering if that's how people think about Sean, Jeff and me.
Oh well, one of these days, I'm going to resolve this in my head and feel better about it. Until then, I have to don some heavy armor and stop worrying about what other people think/say/do.
But, just for the record, Mondays suck.
