There are people who are actually mad at me because I don’t bless them after they sneeze. Like seriously, toots, I don’t have the energy to play Pope all day long. I actually logged the sneezes today, 74 across everyone in the department. Now, let’s multiply that by all the ensuing chitter chatter that has to proceed the benediction of the mucus exodus. All of those lost minutes, and the Giorgio Armani suits in Melville wonder why the productivity numbers are in the gutter.
I come to work to work, not be your social buddy or make you feel better by offering some useless blessing. Take a Claritin, blow your nose, move on with your day. So many drama queens. Stop Crying Your Heart Out.