Some lessons of living in community come from family. Some come from congregations. And some come from the workplace.
A coworker and I have worked within whispering distance for nearly a decade now, and from time to time, we get crossways. One of us does something that feels to the other like a breach of some kind, and we get mad, and then hurt, and the silent treatment seems the best course of inaction.
It’s complicated because the borders between work collegiality and friendship are not well marked. When there’s a conflict, one of us tends to default to work protocol, the other to expect decency (with a dash of grace) borne of friendship.
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