Lady Criesalot just came into my office. And hovered. WHILE I was in the process of combining honey and peanut butter to have peanut butter honey toast for lunch. (Long story short, if you want a sandwich at lunch now, you have to buy some four dollar piece of crap from the cafeteria instead of being able to make your own delicious cheese sandwich and I already got the bread before I realized they’d confiscated the sandwich makings.)
Anywho, as I’m fervently mixing up my concoction [complete with furrowed brow], LC is standing directly in front of my desk, asking about my weekend.
Or, as I like to put it, “Baiting me to open up the floodgates of her ultra-detailed and rather boring soliloquy about HER weekend.”
It is almost all I can do not to stop her and say, “Look. I understand that you’re going to miss athlete boy, I really do, but I really don’t want to hear a super-detailed version of what you did this weekend, complete with verbatim dialogue.”
But, she’d probably start whispering, crying, and doing the pouting baby face thing again.
I seriously think I spoke for about twenty seconds about my weekend before she launched into her diatribe.
She seems to have a lot of friends, so I’m wondering why she doesn’t just call them and regale THEM with the details.
Her listening skills also leave something to be desired. When I say, “I’m not in a super great mood because I worked until ten pm last night and I’m way tired,” but I’m smiling and laughing and generally acting okay, then I don’t mean “OH MY DEAR LORD THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIIIIIIIIIFE!”
But she departs my office with, “Well, I hope your day gets better!”
It seems I either need to buy Lady Criesalot a hearing aid, or a crash course in not thinking histrionic behavior is something we all display.
p.s. I ate skittles the other day and one fell out of my hand and landed here:
Since it’s technically in the NO TRASH ZONE [aka just in the knot I made so the bag would stay put, but not necessarily near anything dirty], would it be completely disgusting of me to eat it?
I mean, come on, it’s an ORANGE skittle. If it were lemon or grape, I’d say leave it. If it were strawberry, I wouldn’t even be asking because it would already be in my mouth.
But ORANGE. It ranks up there with lime: not my most favorite, but not easily discarded like lemon or grape.
What to do?