Barbara: that's cheating.
The replies here seem to revolve around co-workers who can't do their jobs, or something close to that.
Try to recall the most recent blonde joke you've heard, then imagine that said blonde actually existed.
There's another member of my extended family who's on all sorts of drugs for psychosis. She doesn't even know what day, month, year, or millenium it is. I guess that's part of the price to pay for not going off with a baseball bat on someone.
Her SO gets his sick kicks by asking her questions: "Cindy, tell everybody about your new job."
Cindy: "I got a new job!"
That's the one on all the psychotropic drugs.
The one I'm concerned about is the one who isn't on drugs. More particularly, I wonder about the fiance. To whit: I wonder if the Little Head isn't letting the Big Head lead him into a circumstance where, even five years from now, he's going to be glad to visit dead relatives, just to strike up a conversation.
Ah, well. I'm sure they'll both get union jobs, not have to think too much, vote for whoever the bosses tell them to, and retire at 55.
Hey! Maybe I should have had a lobotomy, too!