I Got Told off for Making cat Noises
December 9th 2008 21:00
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I used to work with a sharp-tongued young woman. She was one of those people who would be nice one minute and then all of a sudden would turn on you.
One example: we were talking about marriage as she was about to get married. I said I didn’t believe in marriage. She shot back with “You’re only saying that because no one’s ever asked you.”
She also liked to ask me about things that I thought were inappropriate. For example, shortly after she returned from her honeymoon, she came up to me and said, “Do you think I did the right thing by getting married?” I thought it was weird she would ask me that as I wasn’t a friend of hers and after that comment she made about me not being married I stayed away from her. So why would she come to me for marital advice? There was no way I was going to be drawn into this discussion so I said something like, “That’s something you need to work out for yourself”. Personally, though, I thought if she needed to ask such questions, she certainly hadn’t made the right decision to get married.
After that, I made an extra effort to avoid her. I no longer said hello or goodbye to her. We sat near each other but we ignored one another.
Then came the morning I was making cat noises while I was working.
I had fallen into the habit of making one or two miaows from time to time. That morning I must have gone overboard because all of a sudden the sharp-tongued lass said out loud, “Do you mind toning it down because I find those cat noises really annoying?”
I almost exploded, especially from someone who often had loud conversations with other colleagues at her desk. I thought it was rude to be told off in front of the whole team.
Still sitting on my chair, I wheeled up to her and said, “Fine. I will tone it down but you didn’t need to make a big scene about it.”
“Excuse me?” she asked.
“You heard me,” I said and I wheeled off.
We spoke one more time after that – only because it was to do with work – and I rejoiced the day she left. When her farewell card was handed to me, I didn’t bother signing it.
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Comment by Tracy
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Comment by Queenie
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She was a cat hater and one of my colleagues joked he signed the card on my behalf and drew a picture of a cat on it to rile her up. Never trust a cat hater (or any other animal hater, for that matter).
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