Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Beast at the water cooler
It's Tuesday, people. Confession Time. You know I feel a bit embarrassed as I begin this blog because in writing this it's occurred to me there might be a pattern here I thought I had worn down, smoothed over. Seriously, I was convinced I was mellowing with age. I don't anger easily and certainly less often. I ignore bullshyte and all manner of stupidity that has nothing to do with me. Generally, I'm in a good mood until recently when a co-worker laughed at my expense one time too many.
Granted I can be naive, out-of-the-loop sometimes, (honestly most of the office chatter is hubris ) so when a hot topic of the day comes up, I'm clueless. I usually don't mind when the up-and-coming are spouting off. That is until yesterday.
20-something, super rep has a habit commenting about me as if I'm not there. I typically ignore her because the ageist I am, could care less what she finds amusing, irritating or inconvenient (“What's that smell?” My lunch and you know it). Yesterday, something snapped and I felt my prickly scales spike and tingle. I wanted to reach out and swipe my paw across the aspiring Employee of the Month's cheek, drawing blood with the strike.
Yeah, I'm too old to for this kind of reaction. Whatever! that's what I felt, and it's Confession Tuesday so judge me if you want to. Maybe it was the frigid cold that made me so frothy. Maybe, it was reality of spending the new year, another year in a gray cubicle that was the true source of my agitation.
At the moment, I'm home in front of my lovely, mammoth screen, clicking away. I'm the odd chick out, who finds the sound of keystrokes soothing.
Whatever prompt inspired this blog.