"Tara," you ask, "if they haven't sent the requisitions back yet, and you need them, why don't you just go up and get them?"
"That woman is a witch," she replied. "I don't want to deal with Shirley even if it would make my job easier."
"Oh, she's not that bad. Not so bad to keep you from getting work done."
"Yes, she is," Dale called over the cubicle wall. "Last time I was up there, Shirley looks at me and says 'What do you want, fat boy?'"
"Like she should talk," Tara says.
"Now come on," you say. "Sure, Shirley's personality won't win her any awards, but she's harmless. She's always been that way. Just ignore her."
There's a pause. "Well," says Tara, "I wouldn't let my kids talk to me that way. I wouldn't patronize any business whose staff treated me as rudely as she does. Why should I take it from a co-worker?"
"And aren't there laws about this sort of thing?" Dale asks. "Doesn't calling me 'fat boy' qualify as harassment...(register to read more)