Phone Phail + I'm Mean
Apr. 25th, 2008 05:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
exhilarationLast night:
Oh, I stared at my phone for a while. Thinking about calling people. Freaked myself out, kinda, I mean, I was behaving like someone with a social disorder, or anxiety problems, or something. Yes, I have problems. We all have problems. But anxiety is not normally something I think I struggle with. And I'm not scared of social situations, I'm just bad at them.
But I called Bevan eventually. And it was stupid. I had nothing to say. I had nothing to suggest we do. And I am a poor conversationalist. I hate cell phones. I remember the days when you called someone, and if they weren't home, they didn't answer. So if they did answer, you knew they were at home and answered the phone because they wanted to talk on it. Now I don't know if someone's at the supermarket and just holding the phone on their ear for the hell of it, or what.
I explained to Bevan that I was going nuts from boredom and he was like, well, city girl, you have to get used to it here. THERE IS NOTHING TO DO. If he wanted to hang out, he would have been like, "hey, lets hang out." But he did not. He did, however, attempt to sustain a conversation with me, and stuff. For about five minutes. So that, right there, ladies and gentlemen, was the highlight of my day yesterday: I talked to Beven on the phone.
The highlight of my day today (so far, who knows, maybe I'll do something fun and exciting tonight, or something... blegh. Maybe I'll go for a walk, or play some b-ball or something, too) was working late this morning. So I haven't seen Shaina (Shaina being the moronic co-worker of mine at the coffee shop) since that time I really lost it on her. I still can't believe I actually did that. I mean, there's getting angry, and there's putting your foot down. There's being mean, and I'll admit, I can be pretty mean, but then there's totally losing it. Totally losing it is pretty embarrassing. So Shaina starts work at nine am. I get done with work at seven am. But what's-her-name couldn't come in today - her kid was sick, or something? So I stayed. And I worked with Shaina.
Who asked me if I was enjoying my "time off." I let that one slide. Even when she kept going with it, all, "oh, just imagine, how nice it would be to have the whole day to yourself, you could do x, and y, and z..."
No, bitch, it's not nice, I'm not making any money, and you know what else? I can't do x, because x is go out to lunch, and I have no friends to go out to lunch with. I can't do y, because y is go shopping, and I have no car to haul my shopping bags around in and I'm not carrying them around with me because I don't want to irritate my shoulder, and besides, I have no funds allocated for shopping - I'm not making any money! And, I can't do z, because z is sit back and relax, and I never fucking relax. For very long, anyway. I get too antsy.
So there is this man who comes in for coffee around ten am. Not every day, but a few times a week. And Shaina's got some kind of crush on him. She put her phone number on the cup holder once. And whatever, she's married and so is he. But she talks about him so much, and how they have this magical bond and stuff, and how about he comes in while she's in the back eating soup and he says hi to me, says he thought maybe I didn't work there anymore since he hadn't seem me in a while, and then asks me I'm lucky I'm not working with the fat cow today.
Yep. He called her a fat cow.
I cracked up so bad that she heard me and came back to the counter and was all, "oh, hello, how are you sir, blah blah blah" and I swear he rolled his eyes.
And THAT was the highlight of my day today.
God, I'm so boring!
Oh, I stared at my phone for a while. Thinking about calling people. Freaked myself out, kinda, I mean, I was behaving like someone with a social disorder, or anxiety problems, or something. Yes, I have problems. We all have problems. But anxiety is not normally something I think I struggle with. And I'm not scared of social situations, I'm just bad at them.
But I called Bevan eventually. And it was stupid. I had nothing to say. I had nothing to suggest we do. And I am a poor conversationalist. I hate cell phones. I remember the days when you called someone, and if they weren't home, they didn't answer. So if they did answer, you knew they were at home and answered the phone because they wanted to talk on it. Now I don't know if someone's at the supermarket and just holding the phone on their ear for the hell of it, or what.
I explained to Bevan that I was going nuts from boredom and he was like, well, city girl, you have to get used to it here. THERE IS NOTHING TO DO. If he wanted to hang out, he would have been like, "hey, lets hang out." But he did not. He did, however, attempt to sustain a conversation with me, and stuff. For about five minutes. So that, right there, ladies and gentlemen, was the highlight of my day yesterday: I talked to Beven on the phone.
The highlight of my day today (so far, who knows, maybe I'll do something fun and exciting tonight, or something... blegh. Maybe I'll go for a walk, or play some b-ball or something, too) was working late this morning. So I haven't seen Shaina (Shaina being the moronic co-worker of mine at the coffee shop) since that time I really lost it on her. I still can't believe I actually did that. I mean, there's getting angry, and there's putting your foot down. There's being mean, and I'll admit, I can be pretty mean, but then there's totally losing it. Totally losing it is pretty embarrassing. So Shaina starts work at nine am. I get done with work at seven am. But what's-her-name couldn't come in today - her kid was sick, or something? So I stayed. And I worked with Shaina.
Who asked me if I was enjoying my "time off." I let that one slide. Even when she kept going with it, all, "oh, just imagine, how nice it would be to have the whole day to yourself, you could do x, and y, and z..."
No, bitch, it's not nice, I'm not making any money, and you know what else? I can't do x, because x is go out to lunch, and I have no friends to go out to lunch with. I can't do y, because y is go shopping, and I have no car to haul my shopping bags around in and I'm not carrying them around with me because I don't want to irritate my shoulder, and besides, I have no funds allocated for shopping - I'm not making any money! And, I can't do z, because z is sit back and relax, and I never fucking relax. For very long, anyway. I get too antsy.
So there is this man who comes in for coffee around ten am. Not every day, but a few times a week. And Shaina's got some kind of crush on him. She put her phone number on the cup holder once. And whatever, she's married and so is he. But she talks about him so much, and how they have this magical bond and stuff, and how about he comes in while she's in the back eating soup and he says hi to me, says he thought maybe I didn't work there anymore since he hadn't seem me in a while, and then asks me I'm lucky I'm not working with the fat cow today.
Yep. He called her a fat cow.
I cracked up so bad that she heard me and came back to the counter and was all, "oh, hello, how are you sir, blah blah blah" and I swear he rolled his eyes.
And THAT was the highlight of my day today.
God, I'm so boring!
