Since our office reorganization, I’ve been sharing an office with Isabel. We’ve been getting on each other’s nerves.
Pete: Hey, Isabel, can you cut that out?
Isabel: Cut what out? I’m not doing anything.
Pete: You’re tapping your pencil on your desk. It’s driving me crazy.
Isabel: Okay, I will if you’ll stop slurping your coffee.
Pete: I don’t slurp my coffee. And plus, how can you hear it when you’re shouting into your phone all the time?
Isabel: You’ve got to be kidding me! You’re complaining about me talking on the phone when your friend Deepak stops by ten times a day to shoot the breeze? I can’t stand that guy.
Pete: It’s no skin off my nose if you don’t like Deepak. Look, we have a lot of pent-up anger from working in these close quarters, and it’s probably okay to let off steam once in a while. But, it’s probably not a good idea to keep it up. I’m willing to forgive and forget if you are.
Isabel: Fine. Let’s call a truce. I’ll try to be more considerate and to keep the noise down.
Pete: Yeah, I’ll try to do the same.
Script by Dr. Lucy Tse
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