I was having a conversation today with one of my co-workers on her lunch break.
Sure. We're getting to know each other (not that I necessarily want to/care to get to know anyone). So it's okay if you ask me about my mom. Or if you want to know where my dad is from, or whether I have any siblings.
It's not any of your business whether I'm single or not.
Okay, you might want to know what I studied in college. I'm used to getting that question.
It's NOT any of your business what my grades were. Are you hiring me? Are you evaluating me? Are you going to help me get into grad school? Will you be writing a recommendation letter for me? How will you benefit in ANY way by knowing what my grades were except to sate your bloated curiosity?
Freaking busybodies.
I'm proud of myself, though. I didn't tell her, when she asked. I just looked down at my paperwork, laughed, and said "You're so nosy, Ms. R."
She couldn't believe that I wouldn't tell her what my grades were, so she started guessing.
"Was it A's, B's? How did you do?"
"I did well."
"So was it A's or B's?"
Cue another laugh on my part. "I never tell people my grades."
"It must've been C's, then. Mostly C's."
REALLY?
I laughed in earnest then. "You can think whatever you want to think - that won't change what my grades were."
Then she goes, "I'm not telling you my grades either."
Uh....did I ask YOU? I don't recall that....
Seriously though. Such busybodies.
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