Announcements

Sometimes, Overshare just overshares with one person at a time. Other times, she decides to overshare with the whole office at once.

Last week, she started a “conversation” with me while in the common area of our office, which, I’d like to point out, is actually quite far from where I actually sit. Maybe it’s just me, but I tend to start talking to someone when I can see him or her. I don’t really start shouting at them from a distance. Especially when I’m planning to shout something like this:

Overshare, yelling to everyone: Hey, Anonymous! Your porn came!
Entire Office: [shocked silence]
Overshare: Anonymous! Porn!

There was nothing I could do, folks. I exited my office as fast as I could, trying to think of what to do.

Unfortunately, all that came out was:

Anonymous: WHHAAAAAA?
Overshare: Your porn came!
Anonymous, blushing furiously even though she knows it can’t POSSIBLY be actual porn: Huh?
Overshare: See? Your porn!

At this point, Overshare thrust a perfectly normal, work-relevant, non-porn magazine into my hand. A small group of people stuck their heads out of their cubicles, I suspect to see if it was actual porn. Boss Man had even come out of his office to see what the commotion was about.

Anonymous, incoherent from embarrassment: But… wait… wha… huh?
Overshare: Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to call it porn…

Oh yes she did. She so very did mean to call it that.

Overshare: I just know you really like this magazine.
Anonymous: Yes, well.
Overshare: So, in a way, it IS like your porn.
Anonymous: [silence]
Overshare: Pretty kinky.