In our vast open plan soulless office, people decide to go to the kitchen for secret little shared moments of gossip and personal pain.
This is terrible when you're trying to nip in and make a quick pot of coffee. People either....
a) stop blubbing, grab kleenexes, smile brightly, sniff a little, and try and make awkwardly cheery smalltalk while spent tears plop into their herbal tea.
b) carry on regardless, saying things like "so, you're saying that she did this without even telling you she was pregnant?"
It's most disconcerting. I have no idea how to react.