I honestly don’t know when I became a person who scolds co-workers.
I was in the kitchen getting myself coffee. The head of our business unit was in there, and another guy was in there, chatting him up. The other guy is one of those inappropriate, loud, geek types. And he sat on one of the kitchen tables. He sat on one of the kitchen tables.
I said “Get your butt off of where we eat food.”
Then I said “Now go get a sponge and clean it off.”
He did it. Then he got kind of sarcastic and was all “I cleaned it just for you, Deborah.”
I said “Everyone who eats here appreciates knowing no butts were on their food. That is a reasonable boundary to have.”
And the thing is, first of all, butt on the table? For fuxake! But second of all, when did the kind of nagging I do at home as the mother of a teen become the kind of thing I’m willing to say to anyone, any time? Isn’t that…disturbing? Is there something wrong with me?
Whatever. At least the table is clean.
