Words Of Others

I try very hard to avoid posting about work stuff beyond the generic random oddities, but today there was an “encounter" that left me both amused and mildly puzzled.

 

Two co-workers were discussing the weather when I commented that as of this morning the weekend forecast isn't looking as nice. One co-worker said that's not what he saw, he saw good weather until next week. I asked him where he saw his forecast, to which he replied he reads it in the paper. Before I could speak further the second co-worker breezes past me and says to the first (as though I wasn't there) "Oh, the weather will be great. Trust in God."

 

The amusement of this encounter is that the party in question has been treating me as though I am invisible, which is actually quite nice. I have no problem with people not wanting to talk to me; makes my life easier. I am not much of a people person these days, and especially not with people who will go out of their way to cause drama (which I sadly witness all too often in this "adult" world).

 

The mild puzzlement stems from the person's necessity to site a deity having the time and energy to give two craps about the weather for the weekend for such a tiny segment of the world. It's rain, and it's not like we aren't use to it here. Also, (not that I openly share my religious preferences at work; that's a whole 'nother nightmare post) I can't help but wonder what this person must think of me to need to throw that into the conversation. So, in this person's honor I plan to do a heathenistic pagan rain dance for the weekend, and possibly sacrifice a chicken breast to the great earth spirit in the form of some gnocchi soup tomorrow night... Sheesh. Not really, it takes too much energy to treat people in kind with negativity and vengeance.

 

I will truly never understand human behavior, and every time I utter or think that I'm actually grateful for that fact. Humans are beyond weird and scare the crap out of me.

 

And in it just being one of those days at work there was another fun twist in the day.

 

I believe I mentioned previously that I bit the bullet and posted an announcement/open invite to my baby shower about two and a half weeks ago. The only reason I posted the stupid thing was to alleviate the pressure I was getting from people (that I had not meant to be aware of my pregnancy yet anyways) about whether I would host an open shower or if I wanted to host a private shower and then let them throw one for me at work. The last thing I want is to have a work shower and have ANYONE there feel obligated to care about the fact I have a tiny human growing inside me. Though it may seem contrary considering how much I share on here, I do not crave direct attention from people. I post this blog because it is a healthy and fun outlet for sharing the odd things that churn around my mind at any given moment. And if you think I share 100% you will be disappointed, I do have some couth after all.

 

Anyways, back to the work thing; I post the announcement at work right where I had previously posted the open invite for my co-worker's shower that I hosted. After posting I heard someone was complaining about it. Yea, seriously. Probably because I wouldn't let them touch my fucking belly. So, nothing was ever said directly to me about it (though I would have been glad to take the effing thing down earlier) so I left it. Well today, since someone else had posted their own thing about needing a room to rent they decided that all personal notices needed to be separate from any other notices. I just took the opportunity to take mine down. If someone wants to be there they will RSVP and I will give them a copy of the invite. And if ANYONE dares state I was discriminating them by taking it down they can take it up with the person who had an issue with it being posted in the first place.

 

Wow, I think this is the most open rant I have had about work for a while. I try not to post too much about work place crud because this is a publicly read blog, and lord only knows who may or may not read it. Plus, the ultimate goal of my blog is to share experience, not create drama or trash talk. This post is honestly very borderline for me. But both of these instances are anonymous enough I feel safe sharing them. And it also illustrates WHY I get so freaking frustrated with people's childish actions at work.  And keep in mind as you ponder these tidbits of my workday; I am once again the youngest person in my company... So sad.

 

Now on a lighter note, because all that seems to read too effing serious for my tastes:

 

I think babies are like puffer fish. I swear it feels like she puffs up to twice her size sometimes. I know in reality it's all about how she is positioned, but seriously she can go from just kind of being there to making me feel like I put on fifty pounds and I can't bend in the middle. It's yet another odd and weird observation in this whole "Growing A Tiny Person" thing.

And now I shall go and consume my dinner!