Car engines & activated charcoal & nature therapy, among other things.
I've learned that a strong cup of coffee in the morning makes me far more tolerant of the gossipy middle aged drama queens I work with. It also makes me zoom around and fidget, which then makes me laugh at myself - bettering my mood as well as making the fussbudgets more bearable. God bless 'em, but they drive me nuts.
In other work news: Earlier this week I was sitting on the floor, stocking some medicinal teas on a lower shelf, when one of our regular customers (who happens to be obsessed with shoes) plops down beside me and very rapidly removes my shoe and sock, touches my foot, and comments on how soft it is and wants to know what kind of lotion or exfoliant I use. As I was putting my shoe back on, I told him I didn't use any products on my feet, abandoned the pile of echinacea elderberry tea, felt slightly violated, and found some work to do in the back until the guy left. This incident made me realize I am completely unprepared to handle uncomfortable non-textbook situations. Outside of the workplace I probably would have kicked the fellow in the face, regardless of how "nice" he was, but I had no idea how to deal with having my foot fondled in a professional setting. (But is anyone ever prepared for such things? Doubt it.) Perhaps I should have kicked him in the face anyway.
And while we're on the topic of uncomfortableness, I'd like to recommend never watching The Runaways with your mother & and father-in-law...unless you're really okay with viewing sex and masturbation scenes in the presence of your spouse's parents.
Call me old-fashioned, but I found it a bit on the awkward side.
2 comments:
Perhaps Angie's problem is she is a skinny, long-legged fiasco? This may be your problem as well...not the knee-knocker dilemma you mentioned. ;]
By the way, I can't believe you watched The Runaways. Kristen Stewart makes me want to run my face over a cheese grater. You brave woman, you!
woooooooooooooooooooooow. I can never watch sex scenes with grown ups.
oops, i'm 26.
i got your message about the foot incident.
or did we talk about it?
you left me a message today. about to go listen to it.
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