this morning #1661.
this morning, joan cornered me in the break room. with serious eyes & a hushed tone, she asked if i was ok. said she was here if i ever needed to talk. not sure where her sudden concern comes from. i mean, we’re not that close. office friends at best. i guess she’s sensed my frustration. this place has a way of bringing out the worst in me. i paused to consider my response. thought about how tentative everything felt. she might be on to something. a flood of gripes flashed across my mind but all i said was “yeah. i’m fine. just trying to figure some stuff out.” she didn’t believe me. i could tell by the cold way she said “ok” as she patted me on the bicep & walked away, leaving me lingering in my lie.