“Good morning,” I smiled.
“Good morning,” you mumbled, staring ahead.
Every morning it’s the same routine: I cheerily greet you, you can’t look in my direction.
Am I that ugly that you cannot look at me while you pass my office and greet me?
Or is it that you feel I’m “below you” in the office hierarchy, and you cannot bear to barely speak to me?
©Dear Colleague and all works within.