Sara's Email Emergency (Sara Scanlan #4) - Episode 4
by Phyllis Korkki
Mom, there’s this guy at work…
Oh no, do you have another crush?
No, it’s the OPPOSITE.
I can’t STAND him!
I’m sorry to hear that.
What’s he doing that rubs you the wrong way?
Well for one thing, our boss gave us a project to work on together.
And he’s hardly doing ANYTHING on it.
So I have to do almost ALL the work.
Well that’s not fair.
No it isn’t. And that’s not all.
You mean there’s more?
Yeah. He’s so ANNOYING.
He sits in front of me and he types really LOUD.
It’s like he’s ATTACKING the keyboard.
Hmm. Do you think he has anger issues?
I have no idea.
I’ve tried putting on headphones.
But I can feel the vibrations of his typing through the music!
Well, be thankful that he doesn’t trim his nails at his desk.
I used to have a coworker who did that.
Eeeew. Gross!
But at least that wouldn’t last very long.
This typing problem happens all day!
That WOULD be hard.
It only stops when he eats his lunch at his desk.
At least you have a break then, right?
No Mom.
Because every day, he has spicy fish tacos that he heats up in the microwave.
The smell is so bad that I have to leave my desk until he finishes.
And then the typing starts again.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
Oh dear.
My life is a living hell!
All I can think about all day is how much this guy annoys me.
And I can barely get my work done.
I think I’m going to have to quit!
Now Sara, you’re always saying that.
There’s always been a solution before, and I’m sure there is one now.
Have you considered talking to him?
I figured you would say something like that.
But what would I say?
Hey Bill, could you stop being so lazy?
And change the way you type?
And have something different for lunch?
I’m sure there would be a more tactful way to phrase it.
Maybe.
But for now, I’m going to stick with complaining about him.
Bitterly.
2 hours later
Mom! I did something SO stupid!
OMG. OMG. OMG.
Help me. Please.
What happened?!!
I’m REALLY going to have to quit now.
Can I move back home until I find another job?
Now Sara, calm down and tell me what happened.
Right after lunch, I could still smell Bill’s fish tacos in the air.
And he was starting up with his jackhammer typing.
I just couldn’t take it!
And I needed to vent.
I knew YOU would tell me to TALK to him about it.
But I did the next best thing instead.
I typed up an email to one of my coworkers complaining about him.
It was a masterpiece of sarcasm.
You do have a way with words when you get worked up.
And then instead of sending it to my coworker…
Oh no…
I accidentally sent it to HIM! To BILL!!!
Oh boy.
You really have put your foot in it this time, haven’t you?
I sure have. Now he knows EXACTLY how I feel about him.
And in the least tactful way possible.
I’m beet red, Mom.
How could I have done that?
And you know what the worst of it is?
What?
I could tell exactly when he read the email.
Because then it was dead quiet in his cubicle.
And when he started typing again it was with the teeniest tiniest little taps.
I could barely hear them.
Well that’s what you wanted!
Not like this!
Now my ears are STRAINING to hear the tiny taps.
They’re almost louder than the jackhammer typing.
Oh no, Mom. OMG.
What is it?
I can hear sniffling noises now.
I think he’s crying!
He’s crying because of what I wrote.
I made a grown man cry.
Oh dear. The poor fellow.
Okay, I am just going to gather up my belongings now.
And quietly walk out the door.
And never come back.
Don’t you dare do that, Sara.
You need to face this head on.
The way you did when everyone in the office thought you were pregnant.
And it was actually just belly fat.
Thanks for reminding me!
I’m reminding you because being honest was the solution to that problem.
And it can be the solution to this one.
Now I want you to go and talk to Bill about this right now.
Can I at least wait until the sniffling stops?
Yes. But then you have to do it.
Okay Mom.
Twenty minutes later, Sara bravely enters Bill’s cubicle.
Um, hi Bill.
Bill looks down at the floor.
Then he looks up at Sara.
His eyes are red.
Can we go in one of the conference rooms and talk?
Okay.
Bill follows Sara into a meeting room and they both sit down.
There is an awkward silence.
Then Sara speaks.
So I guess you read my email…
Yeah, I did.
First of all, I didn’t mean to send it to you.
I meant to send it to Megan.
That makes me feel a lot better.
I’m really really sorry.
I had no idea you hated me so much.
I don’t hate you.
You just…really annoy me.
I’m actually glad you told me about my loud typing.
My typing that at least drowns out the construction noise outside, as you put it.
Oh man.
I didn’t realize I was doing that.
I’ll try to stop.
And I’m sorry the smell of my lunch almost knocks you unconscious.
I’ll eat it in the cafeteria from now on.
Or eat something less obnoxious at my desk.
It is pretty overpowering. Thank you.
And I’m sorry you think I’m not pulling my weight on our project.
But I have to disagree with you on that one.
I HAVE been working on it.
You have?
Why do you think I’ve been doing all that typing?
It’s for the report to the board on our project.
The one the board needs to approve before we can go ahead with it.
Oh, I forgot about that part.
I’ve been jumping ahead even before the project was approved. Wow.
And here I thought YOU weren’t helping ME.
I was getting annoyed with YOU.
I’m sorry.
I guess it’s good that you sent that email to me by mistake.
So we could get this all cleared up.
And so I can tell you the things about YOU that get on MY nerves.
Wait — I get on YOUR nerves?
Can you believe it?
Actually, no.
You chew on ice cubes all day long, for one thing.
The crunching sound drives me crazy!
My mom hates it when I do that too.
I think part of the reason I type so loud is to drown it out.
I promise I’ll try to stop.
It’s a nervous habit I have when I get stressed.
And did you know you whistle while you work?
I guess I sort of knew that, but I didn’t think anyone could hear it.
Well they can. I can.
It’s a tuneless whistle.
A tuneless, repetitive whistle.
And it drives me insane.
I’ll try to stop doing that too.
But if I ever do it without realizing it, I want you to tell me.
Right away.
And I want you to tell me if I ever do anything that irritates you.
And if you think I’m not pulling my weight.
Deal.
Now let’s work on this board report together, why don’t we?
An hour later, Sara texts her mom.
Everything’s okay now.
I’m so relieved.
Bill and I had a talk.
It turns out he actually WAS working!
I was so irritated with him that I didn’t even realize it.
Isn’t that something!
And get this—
I was actually getting on HIS nerves too!
Can you believe it?
Actually, I can.
My ice-chewing and whistling were annoying him.
I hate it when you do those things too.
I know you do.
Good for Bill.
You were right, Mom.
It was better to talk to Bill than complain about him to other people.
I’m glad it worked out.
But be more careful with your emails from now on.
Believe me, I will.
When it comes to email, it’s important to remember two things.
Never write anything that you wouldn’t mind saying out loud in court.
And always check twice before you hit send.
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