Chatter Clatter: All that Noise Outside My Head

I am feeling surprisingly normal…

Despite the conversations that happened today. Maybe it was the work out this morning.

Between 3 and 4pm:

Christa: Sorry I missed bowling … [Insert confusing story about brother not babysitting child etc.]
Me: No problem I only stayed for one game, and I did terrible.
Christa: C’mon, I am sure it wasn’t that bad.
Me: I played 1 game and didn’t break 50, I got a 48.
Christa: [Insert roaring laughter.] My son, who is six, would beat you. He usually bowls about 90.
Me: [Insert utter embarrassment.]

Between 5 and 6pm:

Justin: Dude, we messed up and I feel bad.
Me: What are you talking about?
Justin: You know who thinks we were making fun of her.
Me: What? Why?
Justin: She was told about the conversation from bowling.
Me: My sucking?
Justin: No, about the DVC and not knowing and… [Insert explanation.]
Me: Ah. Well why is she mad? It was all in good fun, and not making fun of her, just commentary on how badly this place sucks… and the utter lack of training.
Justin: Well that’s not how she took it.
Me: Well did she say who told her?
Justin: No, but logically, if I didn’t and you didn’t, and she does not talk to him, him, and him… that leaves Ginny.
Me: [Insert utter and complete disappointment.]

Why oh why let us down over something so fucking petty???
The world will never know.

So I go to address it with you know who, since Ginny was not at work today…

Me: Hey, are you ok?
Her: Yeah, I am fine in most ways.
Me: Oh. Well what’s on you’re mind?
Her: Just that I feel like people around here… well any way I told Justin about it.
Me: Yeah, I’m sorry.
Her: It’s fine, we’re on the same team here and supposed to be supportive and helpful, and if you don’t want to do that, just don’t offer to help. You know what I mean?
Me: Yeah…

You know what? All I wanted to say was, “Yes, that’s true, but it is also a fact that if you take yourself, or anyone else for that matter, too seriously, you will miss out on all the fun; and around here, there’s a shortage of fun. So buck up, take it like someone who has a sense of humor, and laugh a little.”

Stephen G then reminded me that there is such a thing as a stupid question – it makes you look stupid to ask things you should not only already know, but be second nature to you. Would you ask the person in the stall next to you if you should wipe your own ass? I accepted the point, and felt better… but only by a little bit.

I got to watch the Daily Show and the Colbert Report… I never get to, and I really like them. And we ate Rainer Cherries. So, at least the night has a happy ending.