Feedback

The other day OoRah came over to my desk. I couldn't tell if he was going to ask me something, or if he was just stretching his legs a bit. "What's up?", I asked.

"I'm just waiting for feedback on something."

Here's the context, for those of you not familiar with office environments. OoRah had emailed or called somebody to ask a question about the project he was working on. He had a few minutes to wait before his question would be answered, so he decided to get up and take a break from staring at his computer screen.

So, there he was, leaning over my cubical wall and staring at me. "I'm just waiting for feedback," he said. I knew he meant somebody else's feedback, but I decided to give him some of my own anyway.

"Yes, the odor *is* noticeable."

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. I can't believe I get away with saying these things to a Marine. OoRah tolerates me the same way a large dog tolerates a tiny yappy dog. "What, are you still there? Still yipping? Whatever, dude."

OoRah began to laugh. "Not *that* kind of feedback!", he protested.

I glared up at him in mock distress. "I can't be all things to all people!"

OoRah shook his head and walked away, laughing.

Yip! Yip! Yip!