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June 07, 2007
You tell 'em
I love reading advice columns. They make me feel better about myself. Okay, I get worked up about certain things that other people don't. The one that immediately comes to mind is my possessiveness of seats in class. However, nothing makes me feel better than to read some of the asinine things people write in to complain about. To wit:
I am one of five women at my office. Roughly three out of five mornings, the one man we work with spends the first 10 to 15 minutes of the day in the (single, shared) bathroom. We work in a small office where we need to be available to any current or potential clients who call or drop in, so it does affect the rest of us if someone disappears mysteriously since, obviously, he doesn't announce that he's heading off to the can. I feel that if something is happening on such a regular basis, he should be able to take care of it at home before he comes to work. (He has only a half-hour commute.) My two-part question for you is: Is it worth saying something to him about it? And, presumably this would be a job for our manager, but what would be the best way of going about this? She usually hasn't arrived by that point in the morning, and so is not aware of this tendency.
I was recently on a cross-country flight. My seat partner was an East Indian gentleman. During the flight I noticed that he still had the label sewn on the left arm of his new suit. Because he didn't seem to want to talk, I respected his privacy and didn't tell him about the label.
Now I wonder if I, a red-headed Southern lady, should have told him about his label. Abby, what should I have done? -- SOUTHERN BELLE
What ever happened to good old fashioned advice needs, like "my husband cheated on me"? I mean, people who spend ten minutes in the can? Labels on suits? What gives? Isn't there anybody out there who has a transvestite brother-in-law? Sheesh!
entry no. 872
Posted by oz115 at June 7, 2007 11:42 AM