One of my co-workers is a guy named Jack.
Jack is easily one of the nicest and friendliest guys that I have ever known.
He is helpful and always willing to lend a hand to someone in need. I’m lucky that the two of us have become friends. I feel blessed to know the guy. Unfortunately, I don’t have the same happy and nice feelings about the guy’s wife. He is a total train wreck and a disaster. She isn’t happy about anything at all. I honestly think the two of them should get a divorce, but Jack believes in trying to make the relationship work. A couple of weeks ago, Jack and I were working downtown on a furnace repair. Jack’s wife called on the phone three times. He planned to let the phone go to voicemail, but the woman called three times in a row and Jack was worried there might be an emergency with one of his five kids. There was no emergency except for the fact that the woman wanted to complain about Jack leaving his laundry on the stairs. I heard the entire conversation between the two of them, even though I was practically on the other side of the room. That’s how loudly she was yelling at my coworker and friend. When the guy got off the phone, we finally had a chance to finish the furnace repair. His wife called three more times before we actually finished with the furnace repair and that was just one day throughout the week. It’s like that nearly every single day when we work together.