Tough Talk,
I am dying of a bazaar and unique cellular rot that has afflicted my family for generations. It’s a cross between cancer and a slow-acting ebola. I am disintegrating before everyone’s eyes which is accompanied by awful and putrid odors. I understand that my coworkers are scared and sympathetic or nasty and rude. It makes no difference as most people are just afraid, seeing death staring them in the face. I don’t know how much time I have left, but I wish to keep working as long as I can. However, I am sick of the continual questions of how am I doing. It’s like people are just waiting for me to die – measuring the curtains in my office. Tough Talk, how do I handle this situation? (Highcastle, Texas)
Highcastle,
I am sorry to hear of your situation and thank you for asking my advice at this difficult and tragic time. I see two options: One, tell all your coworkers that your imminent demise is none of their concern and if you have any information, you’ll share it with them. Otherwise, mind your own damn business and stop with your stupid questions. Or two, give them more information than they would possibly want to know. In other words, make them regret asking you by disgusting them until they puke. From your description, it sounds like you have plenty of stories to regale your colleagues each and every day. Give them the opportunity to inspect your bodily fluids in the work place refrigerator or leave a sample at their desk in a plastic container if they keep persisting. Have some fun and be creative!
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