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Thursday, February 13, 2020

Story 328: You Sound Meaner in Writing


            (In an office, Coworker 1 walks to Coworker 2’s desk)
            Coworker 1: Hey, can I ask for a favor?
           Coworker 2: (Did not see Coworker 1 approaching and quickly closes a few windows on the monitor and fusses with items on the desk without looking up) Oh hi, sorry, really busy right now, doing that report you know, e-mails, calls, so much going on, not enough hours in the day, they don’t pay us enough for all this stress, right, what?  (Finally looks up at Coworker 1)
            Coworker 1: Still sneaking in ------------- fan fiction?  It’s been almost a year since the series finale.
            Coworker 2: I will never recover from that dumpster fire of an ending, do you hear me?!  So, how can I help?
            Coworker 1: I just got a notice to meet with the quality manager, and I need back-up.
            Coworker 2: Well, she won’t want to see me there: I wasn’t invited to the party.
         Coworker 1: It doesn’t matter, I’ll just say you’re there to take notes and you can doodle gibberish, I just – can’t face her alone.
          Coworker 2: Why not?  Did something happen between you two?  How would you guys’ve even met?  I’ve never seen her down here and everything’s done by e-mail anyway – she probably telecommutes from Tahiti for all we know.
           Coworker 1: No, she’s here, and e-mail’s the problem: going by that, I don’t think she likes me.
           Coworker 2: I’ll need some examples before passing judgement.
          Coworker 1: (Pulls out a phone and scrolls through the screens) OK, here’s one from about a month ago: “The report needs to be submitted by this afternoon; it can’t be late.  This is a State requirement.”  (Looks at Coworker 2 expectantly)
            Coworker 2: OK, a bit brusque, but understandable: the State’s kind of a big deal.
           Coworker 1: All right – (Scrolls a bit) here’s a better one: “This has to be redone – there are too many errors for it to be sent on to Corporate.  If you send a corrected version by tomorrow, that would work.” (Looks at Coworker 2 expectantly)
            Coworker 2: Ohhhh-kaaaay, so you messed up a report and got told to fix it before it went to the bigwigs?
             Coworker 1: That’s not the point – can’t you just feel the reproach oozing out of the screen?
             Coworker 2: I’d reproach you too if you’d sent me shoddy work.
          Coworker 1: All right, bad example.  (Scrolls a bit) Aha!  This one’s perfect: “Report received.  I will contact you next month for updates.”  (Looks expectantly at Coworker 2) Well?
            Coworker 2: Eh....
            Coworker 1: Well?!
            Coworker 2: I guess a “Thank you” would’ve been nice –
            Coworker 1: Ha!
            Coworker 2: – but not mandatory, since whatever you sent in was, you know, part of your job.
           Coworker 1: You are no help whatsoever.  And the point is, I always seem to mess up around her, and she seems like she’s mad at me all the time, so I can’t face her in person without some kind of posse there with me!
           Coworker 2: OK, but what am I gonna do if she, I don’t know, rightfully reprimands you?  Tell her off?
          Coworker 1: No, I’m just hoping your mere presence will be enough to restrain her from completely removing my head.
          Coworker 2: I doubt it – she sent me an e-mail this morning saying that my presentation has too many slides that’ll make it go overtime when she shows it, which is true now that I step back from the situation and consider all factors, so, you know, there’s that.
             Coworker 1: Meeting’s at 3:00 in the conference room.
             Coworker 2: Oh fine.

3:00 IN THE CONFERENCE ROOM

            (Coworkers 1 and 2 sit at a long table)
            Coworker 1: Can we use the 15-minute rule for work like we did in college?
            Coworker 2: (Playing on phone) If you’d like to get written up, sure.
            (They see the Quality Manager approaching through the room’s windows)
            Coworker 1: (Stands and mutters) OK, here she comes.
          Coworker 2: (Pockets phone and stands) By the way, you owe me a five pound chocolate bar for this.
            Coworker 1: Wha – ?!
           Quality Manager: (Enters the room, beaming widely) Hello!  It’s so great to finally meet you in person!  All this back-and-forth with e-mails, it gets to be so impersonal, don’t you think?
            Coworker 1: …A little bit.
           Quality Manager: (Laughs as they all sit at the table) I know: it’s so convenient and helps me get so much done, but people say I tend to be too to-the-point, you know what I mean?
            Coworker 1: Well….
           Quality Manager: By the way, thank you for always replying so quickly and sending me what I need right away!  I wish everyone had your work ethic!
            Coworker 1: Oh.  Thanks.
           Quality Manager: (Chuckles while opening a laptop) Well, you certainly make my life easier – I don’t have to chase after you all the time for everything.  Now: this should only take about 10 minutes, but I wanted you to see the portal we’re going to start using soon and I figured it’d be easier if I showed it to you instead of sending you a training video or something.
            Coworker 1: Oh yeah, that’ll be great – thanks!
            (Back at Coworker 2’s desk)
          Coworker 2: So.  I could’ve been immersed in reading about my OTP sweetly hooking up multiple times as they should have in Season 57, and instead I got to sit there and listen to you being proven wrong.
            Coworker 1: “OTP?”
            Coworker 2: One True Pairing.
            Coworker 1: Seriously?
            Coworker 2: Don’t bash my ship!
            Coworker 1: I don’t even know what you’re talking about!
         Coworker 2: Your loss.  Anyway, are you satisfied now that your e-mail foe was not the monster you’d built her up to be?
            Coworker 1: Yes, thank you – she was pleasant, and professional, and helpful, and, even, nice.
            Coworker 2: So there.  (Sits at the desk and logs onto the computer)
         Coworker 1: (Standing next to the desk, staring into the middle distance) Now I wonder, though: does this mean that I come off as a horrible person in e-mail?!
          Coworker 2: (Not looking up) I wouldn’t sweat it – without verbal inflections or body language to work with, almost anything you write can come across as mean and rude.  Why do you think I insert smiley faces in everything I send?  Otherwise, whatever I write reads like I think you’re all garbage.