My first thing at work took freaking forever which pretty much set up the rest of the day to be slightly less than spectacular. So the first thing I was hoping would go better. I hear one guy say it’s going to take over three hours. (Joy)
Seriously, well that is just swell now the coffee in the car will be cold. Bravo so called grown ups who can’t seem to get it together, Bravo. I’m pretty sure that causing someone’s coffee to get cold because you can’t be a grown up is a sin like a really bad sin.
So I’m waiting and lamenting the ruination of my java.
Then this woman walks in. She looks at me and smiles.
I smile.
Hmmm, I think hey, she looks familiar. I even say, hey she looks familiar to a co worker. She said, Nope not ringing a bell for me. And she as done with the trying to figure it out.
I however am not done with that task and nearly 10 hour later I’m still not done with it, hence the writing about it.
Back then and now, I’m trying to place said person because where I was is not her regular context.
As a memory tool we set people in our memory by context and how we remember them is generally by where we will see them most often. Run into someone out of context and if you don’t see them often you won’t recognize them straight away.
The woman walks by but sits near by to where I’m sitting but not close enough for unnoticed conversation by the 50 or so others around.
Yes normal people would walk over and say, Hey you look familiar don’t I know you.
Not me… for several reasons, yes without numbering it one of them would be I’m not exactly what people would immediately say normal I’m not someone that people would normally say abnormal either. So here are some of the reasons why I didn’t go over and talk to said woman.
One is work … if she is in category one she is most likely as trashy white girl and that isn’t good.
Two is social … I don’t think I dated her but I’m not willing to rule that out because of the whole drink don’t think months. So saying hey you look familiar could be an insult.
Three is fear … if she knows me, she may not like me, I don’t exactly make fast friends in the work that I do. In fact it’s the opposite people tend not to say very nice things about me if they know me from my work and are not co-workers.
Four is professionalism … there are some of my co-workers sitting around I don’t want them to think I’m trying to get a date by talking to this person.
She had on a floral print skirt, sandals, nice light reddish pull over with a small v-neck, no visible tattoos, short, clean, dyed blonde hair (maybe ¼ to ½ inch roots maybe that‘s why I know it‘s dyed but regularly), and a hippie type bag/purse which does not appear to be jammed full of everything this person owns. She was able to get things she needed from it very quickly too. Of course I was watching her I was trying to figure out how I know this person..
Hmmm…. I can’t place her at all and it’s driving me bonkers. Well I’m trying to put her in the appropriate context. I can’t put her into a place that makes her fit
So I try word association
Hey what the F*ck do you want! - nope
Do you want fries with that? - nope
May I help you? - nope
Did you find everything ok - nope
Where are you going? - nope nope
Not helping.
Finally I decide you know she is probably someone who is somehow tied to your work and it’s better to just let it go. That’s why you are actually seeing her in the place you see the people you work with.
So mystery unsolved.
The rest of the day went along. I’m pretty sure a lot of this city has gone barking mad, that or due to the poor shape of the economy in the surrounding areas, the barking mad are coming to the biggest place in the region. YAY (dripping with sarcasm) So that means my job get to be extra fun because the so called grown-ups act like 2nd graders.
Now I’m at home hanging with Stunt boy and need to send some text messages back because I was too busy to reply to them earlier.
Other stuff tomorrow, have a great day and play nice in the neighborhood.
Ciao,
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