I hadn’t known Briana very long, maybe six months or so. She was a pleasant young lady that recently filled a vacant spot in our departmental secretarial pool. Being somewhat outgoing and wanting to stay “in good” with the secretaries, I did my best to socialize whenever I stopped in to get my mail or with an administrative need. The last thing I wanted to do was be considered the boring old professor who only comes in when he needs something. Fortunately, I don’t look my age, and I certainly don’t act like a “boring” professor, that is if I listen to the ladies I interact with.
Most days the conversations with her are pretty upbeat, and depending on who’s around it can, at times, be a bit flirty. As with any work environment you have to be concerned with the dreaded “s#xual harassment” charge, so I am extremely careful about when and where I say anything that might be off color, and I learn quickly who is and is not acceptable to have around for those comments. Many times they are limited to my office, where I have learned it is better to always keep the door closed.
This afternoon though, my usual comment to Briana returned a very sharp “What do you want?”, with a very heavy emphasis on the you.
“I’m sorry. I just said hello.” I said somewhat startled.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She said quietly. “I didn’t mean to bite your head off.”
“You seem upset, anything I can help with?”
“No not really. It’s personal.”
“Well, if you need someone to talk to, you know where to find me.” I said trying to give her a reassuring smile.
“Thanks. It’ll be ok.” She said, the look on her face telling me it will be anything but ok.
“You sure about that? You look like you are half way between pissed and crying.”
“That would be a good description. I don’t know whether to cry or be mad, but right now I think I’m both.”
“Really? What’s going on?” I asked, sitting down on the corner of her desk to let her know I wasn’t going anywhere.
She looked around the office to see who could overhear, and then just loud enough for me to hear without the rest of the office overhearing her she said. “I went home at lunch time to surprise my boyfriend. He had the day off of work and I was going to have lunch with him. When I got to the house he was busy screwing my roommate on the living room sofa.”
“Wow!” I responded quietly. “I can see why you’re upset. I’m not sure what I can do to help you, but it sounds like you’re going to be in the market for both a new boyfriend and roommate.”…..READ more on the next page,go below this page CLICK>>>>2