(inane office dialogue on a rainy Tuesday afternoon)
Colleague: So, like, we only get sick days and vacation days? Don't we get, like appointment days?
Us: What do you mean?
Colleague: Like, days off for appointments and stuff?
Us: Pretty sure you won't get an entire day off for an appointment.
Colleague: Really?
Us: Yep. Maybe you should look at the employee manual.
Colleague: What's that?
Us: The thing you got when you were hired.
Colleague: Oh. I gave all that stuff to my mom.
Us: Why?
Colleague: She does that stuff for me.
Us: What stuff?
Colleague: You know, look after the stuff I need to know.
Us: But it's your job, not hers. Right?
Colleague: Yeah, well, whatever.
Us: So, if you have a question about your job, you'll call your mom?
Colleague: No. I'll just ask you.
Us: Uh, no you won't.
Colleague: Why not?
Us: 'Cause we're not your mom. What the hell do you think you're getting paid for? Wake up, darlin. No one gives a shit about you here.
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This conversation reminds me of one I had with my coworker about doing her taxes.
ReplyDeleteMe: Have you done your taxes yet?
CW: No. I don't think so, My dad handles that.
Me: You're 26 years old, don't you think you should be able to do your own taxes?
CW: No, that's what my dad is for.
Me: What about when he isn't around to do them?
CW: What do you mean? He's not going anywhere. Who does your taxes?
Me: I do.
CW: Why, your dad won't do them for you?
Me: My dad died two years ago.
CW: Oh. Maybe I should learn how to do my taxes.