Today, however, the Hitchcock title that worked perfectly was The Man Who Knew Too Much.
I enjoy filling my head with knowledge, and I’m very good at retaining information.
It might all come in handy someday if I ever end up on a game show, or really want to impress someone at a game of Trivial Pursuit.
Because my head is so crammed with knowledge, I try to be a little more selective about what I absorb these days.
On this troublesome Monday, though, all bets were off. I was overhearing way too much as I sat at my desk, just trying to mind my own business.
The amount of oversharing that goes on in my office is both ridiculous and overwhelming. There are times when the only way I can concentrate on my work is to put in my ear buds, crank up the music, and just pray that Foo Fighters are louder than coworkers.
Information that should remain private and personal and locked away in a dark, dreadful, impenetrable vault, flows freely across the office.
What’s a little chat about bodily functions between people forced to sit within earshot of each other for forty hours a week?
Why shouldn’t I know every last detail about your recent surgical procedure?
How can I call myself a good coworker if I don’t know all your family’s dirty little secrets?
I classify something as Top Secret if it has to do with bodily functions, sex (be it the act itself or your decadent desires and longings), people I have never met, information shared with your doctor, a story you’ve already told two dozen times over the past six months, your thoughts on certain “steamy” books, what you wear under your work clothes, the color of anything that exits your body in any manner…
The list is too long. Can we just say that I’m not cleared for any information and simply work in silence?
I bet the workplace would be much more productive that way!
I enjoy a friendly workplace, the sound of laughter, and a little innocent chitchat. Those things are great for morale.
I draw the line, however, when my ears process data about activities that are best left behind closed doors or inside a bathroom stall.
I have an excellent memory, and I really don’t want to remember most of the things I overhear when I’m just trying to mind my own business.
Is it possible for everyday conversation to be toxic? Is there a link between oversharing and being under the weather? That could very well explain why so many of my coworkers weren’t feeling well today.
Do you experience this kind of oversharing in the workplace, Modern Philosophers? If so, how do you block it out? Do you feel like you become the bad guy if you politely ask coworkers to keep certain things to themselves?