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Thursday, January 26, 2006
I'm trying very hard to cultivate the idea that I'm the kind of office gal, who doesn't like to "mingle" or "gossip" when I come to work. I do my job, I'm polite, and I like to leave everyday to re-enter my real life, that I enjoy having.
Yesterday I think I pissed off a coworker, who was complaining that her job isn't very exciting (accountant/bookkeeper) and it was early in the morning, so I forgot about my invisible muzzle to keep myself from interacting. I replied "Yeah, it's like math class, EVERYDAY" She got mopey and left.
Today I brought in Korean rice cakes to munch on to keep myself awake in the long 8 hours of surfing the web and transferring calls. In case you don't know what they look like, they're white and green lumps with some sweet stuff inside. Nobody asked my coworker to drop by and snoop in my things. I discourage this often, in fact. But she came around to ask about a package. "I will CALL you when your package arrives", is a concept hard to wrap their heads around. As if I hoard mail, for my own amusement. I would, except that would mean more people coming around my area. No, thanks.
Anyway, she sticks her head in my paper bag (not dirty) in order to look at what art project I've got going today. Instead, she sees my snacks, jumps back, and exclaims "What are those, ROCKS??" Yes, genius, I carry rocks around. What does it matter to you? Outloud, I say "No, they're food." She throws back a witty reply. "They look like ROCKS!" and cackles her way back to work.
My indigenous ancestors are proud of how far we've come to accept the cultures of the world.
9:48 AM
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