Ralph on Ralph

We sent Ralph home early today. He couldn't handle it. Nobody wanted to see him cry.

He had done his best to cover it up. His soft blubbering had made a fluttering overtone to the rhythm and melody of phones ringing and people answering. Sometimes, though, enough is enough and in the case of Ralph, this was enough.

It's not like he's fired. It's not like he's not going to be here on Monday. The man needs some alone time. He was crying at work! When he is like that he should be with his friends, his wife, his dog or somebody that would understand his problem. Nobody here even knows Ralph.

Besides there is no excuse to cry. It's Friday. It's sunny. What would make a man cry under the flourescent lights of the office? He should've manned up. He should've gone outside. He should've smoked a cigarette. He should've saved whatever it was for later. He should've had a drink. He should've called in sick.

What makes his life so great that he think he should cry at work? What makes him think we'd care?

So we sent Ralph home early today. Nobody wanted to see him cry.