Being self-centered causes me unnecessary worry

[abcdefz]

Yup. I always think everything's about me.

So, for instance, today...

...our office assistant is kind of remote, and I assume she's acting cold toward me; I've offended her, she found some reason to hate me, or whatever.

There's an excellent chance that her mood has absolutely nothing to do with me. I swear. This is scientifically proven.

And yet, it gnaws at my gut.




Maybe she's just busy. Maybe she has a headache. Maybe the morning's gotten off to a bad start. Who knows?

But I have to make myself remember this most likely has nothing to do with me, and if it does, there's nothing I can do about it until she decides she wants to hash it out. Plus, it probably has nothing to do with me.

God, I love being me.

Me me me me me me, me; me -- me me me (me me, me me me) me me -- me me me me me.

[iceygirl]

self centered or paranoid?

[cookiepuss]

maybe she just hates her job....and if she's like me and she hates her job and is also not a morning person then yeah, probably has nothing to do with you.

Most of the time I prefer not to speak to anyone before 10 am. I'm sure my boss thinks I dodn't like him when I come in in the mornings...of course he would be right about that...but that not my point! oh....nevermind. :o

[abcdefz]

self centered or paranoid?




...what exactly are you trying to say?

[iceygirl]

that that sounds a little paranoid

[abcdefz]

maybe she just hates her job....and if she's like me and she hates her job and is also not a morning person then yeah, probably has nothing to do with you.

Most of the time I prefer not to speak to anyone before 10 am. I'm sure my boss thinks I dodn't like him when I come in in the mornings...of course he would be right about that...but that not my point! oh....nevermind. :o





Yeah. See? Settle back, don't worry, who cares. Not me. It has nothing to do with me but maybe if I take her some chocolates everything will be better.

[iceygirl]

Yeah. See? Settle back, don't worry, who cares. Not me. It has nothing to do with me but maybe if I take her some chocolates everything will be better.

but what if she hates chocolate then you will feel even worse about the situation

[TurdBerglar]

who gives a fuck if someone dislikes you or not

[abcdefz]

that that sounds a little paranoid



I don't think that's paranoid. "Paranoid" is a pretty strong word. And I'm not paranoid, I'm pretty sure. I don't -- "paranoid"? No.


































....now I can't find my Seroxat. :mad:

[abcdefz]

who gives a fuck if someone dislikes you or not



You hate me now, don't you?

[iceygirl]

hehheeee

she probably just has a crush on you or something

[abcdefz]

but what if she hates chocolate then you will feel even worse about the situation




...good point. I should get her something I know she'll want.
























































Gas! Everybody likes gas! (y)

[abcdefz]

hehheeee

she probably just has a crush on you or something


I can't tell. Sometimes I think so; sometimes, I don't.

But she's got two kids, so, you know. Pfft. Forget it.
:D

[abcdefz]

...where's my Seroxat?

[iceygirl]

I can't tell. Sometimes I think so; sometimes, I don't.

But she's got two kids, so, you know. Pfft. Forget it.
:D

so you say. shes thinkin how good of a daddy youd be.

[wanton wench]

i think that would depend on what kind of gas ;)

[abcdefz]

so you say. shes thinkin how good of a daddy youd be.


No kidding. I get that a lot.


The most horrifying one was this one time when it was just painfully obvious that the matter had already been discussed in their household: the little girl held my hand and insisted on getting into my lap, then said, "You could be my daddy..."


:eek:

[abcdefz]

i think that would depend on what kind of gas ;)



Helleborus. (y)

[iceygirl]

No kidding. I get that a lot.


The most horrifying one was this one time when it was just painfully obvious that the matter had already been discussed in their household: the little girl held my hand and insisted on getting into my lap, then said, "You could be my daddy..."


:eek:


oh god. what a freak. did you scream and run?

[na§tee]

lordy i know how it is!
my whole office is like that and i always think it's about me cos erm, i'm the only person who's not in a less than fantastic mood most of the time.
i always over-analyse. maybe i held that look for a second too long? i talked too sternly? i didn't do some menial task quick enough?
you just gotta accept that you are the most awesome person in the freakin' office!
;)

[wanton wench]

No kidding. I get that a lot.


The most horrifying one was this one time when it was just painfully obvious that the matter had already been discussed in their household: the little girl held my hand and insisted on getting into my lap, then said, "You could be my daddy..."


:eek:
thats kinda scary!

[abcdefz]

thats kinda scary!


It was awful.




oh god. what a freak. did you scream and run?




...unfortunately, this was before dinner had even been served. I had agreed to go to this family's house so they could thank me for "all I [do] for them," and the mom would cook, etc. So, I'm in the house for about ten minutes when the girl sprang this on me.

The mom... the mom just wasn't my type, and physically, she REALLY wasn't my type. And then the food came to the table; culinarily, she wasn't my type.

It was this, like... Fritos and meatball casserolle, I kid you not. And so she got to wax eloquent for a while about cooking with Fritos while the little girl (about eight years old?) made mooney eyes at me and kept trying to sit in my lap and being removed repeatedly to her own seat, and the juvie son kept picking at his plate and not speaking to anyone.

Fun times.


...then we all went for a walk together afterward, just a few blocks through the neighborhood, at mom's insistance....

...and who was sitting out on someone's porch except my former band's guitarist? Hi, Jamie. Yes, I am walking with a six-foot-six, 400 pound woman and her two natty children and I haven't seen you in years but I'm doing REALLY, REALLY well, you fuck. How're you? :D

[abcdefz]

you just gotta accept that you are the most awesome person in the freakin' office!
;)




(y)

That's why I get paid the Big Bukz to post on this message board all day. :D

[wanton wench]

It was awful.









...unfortunately, this was before dinner had even been served. I had agreed to go to this family's house so they could thank me for "all I [do] for them," and the mom would cook, etc. So, I'm in the house for about ten minutes when the girl sprang this on me.

The mom... the mom just wasn't my type, and [hysically, she REALLY wasn't my type. And then the food came to the table; culinarily, she wasn't my type.

It was this, like... Fritos and meatball casserolle, I kid you not. And so she got to wax eloquent for a while about cooking with Fritos while the little girl (about eight years old?) made mooney eyes at me and kept trying to sit in my lap and being removed repeatedly to her own seat, and the juvie son kept picking at his plate and not speaking to anyone.

Fun times.


...then we all went for a walk together afterward, just a few blocks through the neighborhood, at mom's insistance....

...and who was sitting out on someone's porch except my former band's guitarist? Hi, Jamie. Yes, I am walking with a six-foot-six, 400 pound woman and her two natty children and I haven't seen you in years but I'm doing REALLY, REALLY well, you fuck. How're you? :D
should i feel bad for laughing hysterically at this? :o

[abcdefz]

It was quite a night, lemme tell ya.

Jamie was sitting on the porch, smoking cigarettes with a few other cool cats (his new band?); I was looking about as washed up as can be, rock-and-roll-wise,






















































...unless I were Meat Loaf, Leslie West, or Randy Bachman. :eek:

[abcdefz]

....BOY did she give me a pissed-off look at the restaurant today.




Earlier, I just said, "Let me just ask: did I upset you in some way?" No, she's just busy. Okay, cool.

So our waiter at Chevy's :rolleyes: was doing the MAD rushing us thing. I mean, he called folks over for the birthday song before we even got our food. And it's not like the place was packed -- probably 30% capacity when we came in, 70% when we left.

But he was grabbing plates and glasses and stuff while we were still eating. It was nuts. Finally, he tried to grab my plate even though I was literally hunkered over it (as a joke), eating. I was half-joking, waving him away, saying, "I'm not done! I'm not done!" and he LITERALLY was still asking, "Are you done? May I take your plate?"

So finally I said, "¡Salga de aqui!" and he started laughing and left.

But MAN did our assistant give me a dirty look. Could've sworn I said "Get out of here!" but maybe it was worse. :D

[marsdaddy]

If you were harboring ill towards her, would you tell her?

[abcdefz]

If she asked directly? I'd find a way to speak.


"An honest answer is like a kiss on the lips." (y)