Rough House
At work this week, people's voices were raised to special highs and hostility was in everyone's sails. Rumors were a buzzing. I hate when people talk about other people. It's like nails on a blackboard for me. Co-workers boasted that they were funny. Ellen DeGeneres, in her stand-up act says something like, "Oh, that's not funny. See, If it were funny, we'd both be laughin'." Yes, making fun of someone is a pasttime at work. It's about as charming as herpes. And just as chronic. The ladies I work with are sassy and so I jokingly said to them, "You girls are just SO Catty. One of them said, "You're Kitty and we're Catty." I didn't get the joke, I just said, "I'm just kidding."
Wish we could all get along without being like hens who peck at each other. Poor hens, they all end up the worse for wear and they aren't treated well by their farmers, either. Don't let me get into that tonight. Music is a soothing blessing at work that filters out a lot of the negativity. That's why they say music sooths the animal spirit.
Peace,
Claire
Labels: Getting along, Rumors, Workplace

