Batfamweek 2017, day #1: family.
It starts with a casual comment, one that shouldn’t bother him so much. And it doesn’t. Not right away.
“You don’t have any photo on your desk”, the new girl says. She started working at WE two weeks ago and Tim thinks her name is Kathy, or July, or something like that. He’ll pick it up eventually. Now he just blinks up at her from behind the pile of reports he’s working on.
She bits her bottom lip, now looking embarrassed at her own straightforwardness, and vaguely gestures at his desk again.
“No photos”, she repeats. “People usually have photos on their desk. Family. Girlfriends or boyfriends. You know?”
Family, girlfriends, boyfriends. Yes, Tim knows.
“Well”, he smiles politely. “I’m just trying not to look like I’m fifty and live only for my work, to the point to spend all my time in my office and need photographic reminders of what my family looks like.”
Kathy or July or something like that frowns at him.
“Beside, my family is really ugly”, Tim continues, going for less subtle sarcasm, but the joke doesn’t really comes out his mouth as a joke, and KathyJulySomethingLikeThat looks more confused than before.