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If You Sprinkle When You Tinkle...

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Tell it to your shrink!

Dear Over-share,

We work together. Get it? The same company employs us. We walk on the same piece of carpet every day. This is where our relationship ends. We’ve never had a beer together. We’ve never seen a movie, gone to happy hour, spent any amount of time together beyond our 9-5 workday. So why do you feel the need to share the most intimate details of your life with me?

Do I need you to stop by my office and ask me if I ever deal with a “discharge”, complete with description of consistency and color, punctuated with hand motions? No! Do I need to hear about how sweaty you get “down there” when you wear skirts on hot days? No!

Do I need to know how your ex-boyfriend rates you on a scale of 1-10 for your sexual prowess? No! Am I at all interested that he thinks your BJ technique needs some work, especially when you follow it up with an explicit description of your current method? No!

Please stop. For a while we, your coworkers, contented ourselves with emailing each other Over-share stories. Then we emailed friends outside the workplace and told Over-share moments at parties. But now we just feel gross. And we’re starting to resent you.

Sincerely,
Fed Up Co-Worker

1 Comments:

  • Hey! I'm "Fed-Up Coworker"!! I started a blog about Overshare's crazy antics, if you ever want to give it a read. And I'm planning on sending you a HILARIOUS email from a former coworker soon.

    By Blogger Anonymous Coworker, at 3:13 PM  

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