Tuesday, 12 September 2006

Fomes Peccati

I am disturbed by my irritation at a colleague. I will leave this office in a few days, so it is not objectively problematic. All her slights and comments can be explained as a matter of temperament, and yet I draw the conclusion that she detests me. How we work ourselves into cosy illusions!

A new employee started. His cultural upbringing has little personal space, so he tends to stand uncomfortably close. He also takes a while to catch an instruction. I know all this. Why do I still let it bother me? Or do I find in my heart the seeds of that sin of racism?

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