Fri, Jul. 22nd, 2011, 12:20 am
I Has It
, I has it. It explains alot, if you know me. I was diagnosed in my early teens. I however was unaware that it got worse with age. Oh well!
Julie, the co-manager at Victoria's Secret when I first started there, was a total witch. Many people quit because they couldn't handle working with her. She used the corporate shipping account for personal things. She was always late and showed up without makeup so when she clocked in for work she would go to the makeup counter and do her makeup. She would read job applications aloud to other coworkers and make fun of them. She would destroy corporate documents that could be used to show that she had been using the shipping account as well as stealing from the deposit. She had little to no work ethic and complained about everyone else's. She raised her voice constantly. She had to be held back from attacking a peer. She was eventually fired.
Years later, shortly after I got my own store with Starbucks, my DM, Crystal, tells me she has a candidate coming in for an interview to fill a supervisor spot in my new store. In walks Julie. Crystal was in love with her by the end of the interview. When Crystal was done singing the praises of Julie I simply shared the truth about aaallllll the things Julie did at VS. NO JOB FOR YOU! NEXT!
Every once in a while I will simply put my phone on silent on one of my days off and just keep to myself for the whole day. That's how I keep my sanity. I'm pretty balanced, but other people can drive me nuts. Maybe my balance is why people come to me with their problems? I am their rock. Riiiiiight...
I whistle and sing a lot but the most common song for me to randomly start whistling is oddly melodic when whistled
. The song itself is not. It's funny though! For belting it out in the shower I'd probably say that this righteous arena rock classic from the greatest band of its time is probably the most common song I sing
in the shower.
This is a strange time in my life. For the most part, I've always felt more mature than my peer age group. I typically find myself most comfortable when in conversation with an older crowd.
Now, I'm 26. I have a great career that looks like it will have a promising future. (My boss tells me I could make it to her level in no time at all. WHAT?!) I make more money than I spend even when being frivolous. Which has lead to a descent amount of savings in a short amount of time(AND I just got a raise!!). I'm paying off a condo that I'm waiting to remodel after my roommate moves out. At which point, I plan to live alone *happydance*. I own a car that is paid off. I feel like my life has aged beyond my actual age and I'm happy about it. I feel like I'm in a better place than most people I know who are in their 30s already.
With that said, I feel like I'm growing much more distant from a few of my friends. I find myself not wanting to be there when I'm around them, and sometimes feeling like they don't want me around. I just don't feel a connection with them anymore. We just can't relate to one another. It's cause for many awkward silences. I can feel their bitterness at times. I've had this issue with old friends in the past over other things, but it's different now. I really don't have the patience anymore for friends who aren't happy for me and my success. I certainly do not have patience for friends who are bitter about it. I don't want to have to censor myself anymore just because I might make someone feel jealous and bitter. If you're not happy about your life then do something about it! Sitting around feeling sorry for yourself doesn't fix anything. And no one else can fix it for you.
I think once I get this place cleaned up after the roommate is gone, then I'll be in a much happier place regardless of the awkward social encounters. I feel like my current living situation is holding me back. It's the last thing standing between me and an ideal life for now. After that I'll worry about the non-necessities, like buying a new car/motorcycle.
I started my adult life as a happy-go-lucky yet phlegmatic misanthrope. Bizarre, right? I guess I should explain that. I was always happy and positive but never really excited about anything.
I lost the happy-go-luck part a few years in when I discovered what women were capable of doing to a young man's heart. So, there I was, 21 with a motorcycle trying to make it in the corporate world as a phlegmatic young misanthrope. Hah.
I gave up the phlegmatic misanthropy when I accepted a challenge. And, here I am now, 25 with a beard and making it in the corporate world and actually visibly excited about it. And people aren't so bad as long as you give them the benefit of the doubt. Hm.
Thu, Dec. 10th, 2009, 10:58 am
"Life is a tragedy for those who feel but a comedy for those who think." -Horace Walpole
Have you ever developed a crush on a stranger from the tiniest encounter with them? I have. This girl I've spoken to briefly twice now at my work has me wanting to go find her at Best Buy where she mentioned she worked. This is one of those times where I really wish I wasn't so "by the book" while at work otherwise I would have asked for her number or at least manipulated the conversation to find out if she was seeing anyone without actually asking. I'm good at that sort of stuff. Hell I can get pretty much anyone to tell me pretty much anything if I can get enough time with them. I've only ever told two people this before. Bri and Emily. Weird that I told them, of all people. People who I did it to constantly because I never trusted them haha
Anyway, back to being "by the book" I have neeeeever hit on a girl while at work or while she was working. So inappropriate IMHO. However flirting is a must at all times. I don't know how I do it without ever offending anyone but I never have. I flirt. So what? It's healthy.
Fri, Dec. 4th, 2009, 02:10 am
I often go out of my way to help most people. I can't help it. It's what I do. Every now and then I meet someone who takes advantage of this trait of mine. It always takes me awhile to realize it... Then I just feel like an ass.
I think someone who I've cared a lot for has recently begun to take advantage of my kindness to them. I keep telling myself it isn't true, but it keeps looking more and more like I'm an ass.