Step one in my quest to be less dorky: stop greeting people with “Heidi,” “Howdy,” or any similar word that is one Forrest Gump wave shy of complete dorkitude. I realized earlier this week (after greeting one of my neighbors, d’oh) that I have *got* to come up with some new material. Maybe I’ll try asking, “How’s it goin’?” or, if there’s only time for one syllable, I’ll use “Hi,” “Hey,” or even “‘Sup.”
I plan to make an extra effort to practice doing this until it becomes … well as much of a habit as saying “Heidi” has been. :blush:
True story: when I was a waitress, I greeted a couple with “Heidi.” The lady shakes her head and says no. As I’m trying to cover up my ???s, she looks at her husband and asks, “Do you want coffee?” He declined as well, so I shrugged to myself and offered lemonade.
I am fairly fed up with people.
First my OfficeMate persists in bringing up my name to tell untruths about me. Yes, he does it to my face because he’s trying to be funny. A person can scarcely comment on anything without him responding, “Anne told me to do it that way,” or “Anne says she will sell you her car,” or “Anne broke that when she threw it at me,” or whatever fits the topic at hand. Sometimes I don’t mind. But what *really* grinds my cookies is when he says these things and the person he’s talking to actually believes him. I felt that was happening today, and I was trying to convey that I’d just about had enough of his “humor”, and he totally wasn’t getting it.
Then, in trying to make a joke of my own, I ticked off another guy who said, in a most surprised (or was it hurt?) way, “Anne is making fun of me.” What?! NO! I was just teasing, and I really thought that being the easy-going guy he is he would get a kick out of it. Thinking about it now, I’m still troubled that I might’ve really hurt his feelings, and I’m peeved that this happened when I truly meant no harm. I guess if this guy doesn’t know me well enough to know that I don’t say things in a mean spirit, what can I do about it? :sigh:
I think the first thing to be strained by the overtime we all started working last week was our collective sense of humor.
Starting this past week, everyone in our department is supposed to be working at least 48 hours a week. I did this week, and can I just say? Ouch. It started out pretty well, with being busy just about all of three ten-hour days. But on the fourth and fifth days, my concentration was pretty much shot by lunch.
Anyway, expect my on-line appearances to be fairly sporadic for a while. (I can hear you now: “What was your excuse before??” Touche.)
My primary reason for this post is to wish my on-line friend Michele a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY! We “met” about six years ago (!!) through a pen-pal website, and we’ve been writing ever since. We’ve shared good times, bad times, and many times in between, and I really appreciate her being there for me. :hugs:
Yesterday, the sound of rain drew my attention to the window. It was raining pretty hard, and when I was out for lunch I had noticed that the passenger’s side window on Cute Work Guy’s vehicle was rolled down. I thought that I should probably tell him about the rain, and I stepped out of my office to do so.
However, seeing him at his desk, I stepped right back into my office because I was hit with an attack of shyness. I’m thinking, “I can’t go over there! What if he thinks I’m just trying to talk to him??” I looked back outside at the rain and told myself, “For Pete’s sake, Anne! His car seats could be getting wet! Go TELL him!” Still, I lingered a minute more. Then I thought about the time I rode in his vehicle and what a shame it would be for one of the most comfortable car seats I’ve ever experienced to get water damage. So, off I walked.
I approached him with, “Hey, did I see that your car window was down?” He didn’t understand, so I had to repeat my question. (Note to self: nervous rambling isn’t exactly the best way to express yourself.) He said that no, his windows weren’t down. I was like, “Oh, because it’s raining.” He said something I didn’t hear because I was retreating to my office. In retrospect, one of the guys had been going around earlier saying that the radar showed rain in the area, so maybe CWG decided to go roll his windows up then.
But this whole scenario is so typically me. There are certain people that I just can’t seem to approach with any degree of ease, even though – like CWG – these people have been nothing but nice, and they’ll talk back should I happen to talk to them. Despite that, sometimes Old Anne takes control and says, “I can’t talk to them. They’ll think I’m a dork!”
At times like that, I need to remind myself, “Anne, they’ve met you, remember? They *know* you’re a dork. Just go with it.”
Last week, on a whim, I googled my made-up word “fannesite”. I forget what I was looking for, but I found an Alias site in Belgium that is using the banner from my site in their layout. Since this was news to me, obviously they didn’t ask for my permission. Since the site is in another language, it’s possible that they credited me somewhere, but I did see that my site isn’t on their links page.
I’ve noticed this before: my site is good enough to steal from, but not good enough for a mention. This time, I’m not really mad about it though. Even when I first saw that site, it was like, “That’s my banner. Oh well.” I simply checked to see if they “borrowed” anything else, and when I didn’t find anything, I shrugged it off. At least they didn’t try to hotlink.
I did make a note of the site’s address, which I’m purposefully not posting. I may not be mad, but I don’t reward dishonesty by sending people website traffic.