Last Wednesday, I was working in the Real Change office at my customary desk when my supervisor, Rebecca “Don’t say ‘WHAT’ to me” Marriott, walked in carrying a tablecloth.
She wanted someone in our office space to send out an all-staff email to tell everyone where she was putting the tablecloth. Five coworkers — or cow-orkers, as I like to call them — work in the office with me, and I am the only one who is supervised by her. But, for just that reason she wouldn’t ask me to send out the email, because she knew too well that I would say, “WHAT?” ...