She strikes again...the coworker blues

It’s Monday…I wonder if I just look like I want to hear her life story. I know I don’t walk in the door bubbly and full of excitement, especially when I didn’t go to sleep last night until 2am.

So I am not sure what gives her the green light to invade my personal bubble space with her meaningless stories, but nonetheless, she is eager to tell me something, so this was today’s story as soon as I sit down at my desk:

So my dad has Irritable Bowel Syndrome and when I take my mom to the doctor this week, I have to take him with us and if he has an accident, I have to change him. OMG NaTasha, what am I gonna do? Last time he had an accident in my car it was so gross. What would you do?

Hell if I know, I thought. I don’t even wanna hear this story, and I know the look on my face should of told her my response as clear as day. I had nothing, just a blank awkward stare. I think she got the hint and she walked back to her desk. Someone should of taught her a long time ago….you don’t have to share everything.

Is it 5 o’clock yet? Jesus help me.

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