This is my 'raw' and 'honest' view about life, work, love, and all that's in between...and I'm thankful to have an outlet for it.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Yes my holiday was just fine….thank you.
I should have taken today off, in fact, every time there is a holiday I should take the day afterwards off, if I have to work that day. That way I won’t have to listen to “Did you have a good (fill in the holiday here)?” the insistent pry into my personal life question that usually always occurs. Oh, and god forbid you are attached but not married – cuz then its that same question and if its your birthday or Christmas, then it changes to: “Oh, what did you get from so and so?” – your co-workers hinting that you should have gotten a ring. I guess they don’t realize the difference between a ring as a ‘gift’ and for a ‘holiday’, but they still think they’d be invited to the wedding. I don’t get what the big deal is…why are they so insistent on such things? In all fairness I understand its usual chit chat and idle conversation but my boss didn’t ask me how my holiday was, I don’t plan on asking him or my co-workers. I might ask my friends if it comes up in conversation but all aside, does it really matter? I don’t care if your Aunt Betty threw cranberries at Uncle Joe or that baby so and so cried the whole time, whoop-d-f-ing-do. Come on, admit it, you’ve been there, you can’t stand it anymore than I can. I think what bothers me the most, aside from the lack of sleep I get (yes, note the word ‘get’) because of my noisy neighbor at and after midnight, is the woman who only works part time one day a week who sits a few cubes away. She will be on the phone all day, I am convinced she only comes to work to talk on the phone. Not only will I be able to recite what she did for Thanksgiving, but every Monday I know how her weekend went, how her husband can’t follow driving directions, and how little Billy was a bad boy. I can’t end this on a sour note so, although I might gripe about what happens today, I did enjoy cooking in the kitchen with my Mom and sister and that’s all the details you’ll get from me.
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oh you poor dear and the cube walls are getting shorter and smaller and more per floor, well if you can't beat them, might as well join them. I am going to start following up their phone conversation with an embarressing question. Maybe they will keep things more quiet if they know you are forced to listen.
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