Over the course of my relatively short working life, I've had my fair share of brain-dead co-workers. The catering waiter that wouldn't take the toothpick out of his mouth, despite being repeatedly begged. The raver that did K in the bathroom at the children's toy store. The woman who spent more time loudly planning her 5-year-old's birthday party on the office phone than *actually* working.
I show up and do my job. And fail to understand how difficult it is for others to just do the same, regardless of their job description.
Below is
an exchange I wish I could have had with a number of co-workers.
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