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¡¡¡¡Lois and Clark are having lunch in the Daily Star¡¯s cafeteria.

¡¡¡¡Clark: OK, Lois, out with it.

¡¡¡¡Lois: Out with what, Clark?

¡¡¡¡Clark: With whatever it is that¡¯s eating you. You¡¯ve been sitting at your desk all morning trying to look and act normal.

¡¡¡¡Lois: It¡¯s not working, is it?

¡¡¡¡Clark: Nope. Everyone can tell there¡¯s something wrong.

¡¡¡¡Lois: You¡¯re right, Clark. I¡¯ve been exhausted1 all day. My nerves are shot. My concentration is shot. ...

¡¡¡¡Clark: Lois, if something is wrong, you need to tell me. And you need to let your coworkers know.

¡¡¡¡Lois: I don¡¯t mind telling you, Clark. But do I really need to tell management?

¡¡¡¡Clark: You do if it¡¯s affecting your work.

¡¡¡¡Lois: But surely there are some things that are private. They¡¯re nobody¡¯s business but mine.

¡¡¡¡Clark: Maybe so. But if your productivity is being compromised,2 you need to at least tell your supervisor.

¡¡¡¡Lois: Clark, you know Della and I never get along. She¡¯s always looking over my shoulder and breathing down my neck.3

¡¡¡¡Clark: All the more reason you need to talk to her and ask her to cut you some slack.4

¡¡¡¡Lois: So what am I supposed to do? Tell her all the messy details of my private life?

¡¡¡¡Clark: Not necessarily. Just let her know that you have a problem and that you¡¯re dealing with it.