Crying at work.

Everyday I get to work, check my work email, and then log onto the internet and pull up my gmail, yahoo mail, and hotmail, cougarboard, cougarguard, my bank account, my blog, CNN, and the Deseret News, and sometimes ldslinkup.

Depending on how much work I have to do that day, it may take me a little while to get down to reading the news. I've actually had real work to do the last few work days, so it was late afternoon by the time I got around to reading the Deseret News. So there I was at my desk in the middle of the afternoon reading about the Elder that died in South Africa. It was sad, but when I started reading the comments people had left I admit that I got sort of choked up and was sitting there in my cube, with watery eyes, sniffing. My coworker Armando walked by on his way back from the copy room, and pretty much was staring at me on his way by. It must have seemed very odd. Maybe he thought that I had become overwhelmed by work.

It could have been more awkward. A few weeks back Steve came over to my desk to tell me that he went into use the men's room, and this big guy from the mailroom was laying on the bathroom floor, inside a stall with his eyes closed. The mailroom guy is tall though so I guess he wasn't entirely inside of the stall. Steve called him by name and asked if he was okay. The guy opened his eyes, said he was fine and then got up and left. Steve says that the mailroom guy always acts awkward around him now. Steve also admitted to me that he dreads going to the mailroom for anything anymore, because he doesn't like running into him. We still can't figure out what the mailroom guy was doing napping on the bathroom floor of the men's room to begin with.