Yes, I have my grumpy old man hat on today.
But seriously I don’t get it.
I am typing industriously away (since 6am btw), the door to my office is closed, I have my “how the freak did they do that and how am I supposed to fix it?” face going on (its a mix of perplexion, dismay-at-other-peoples-stupidity, and frustration that I’m expected to fix it… think of the face of a child who’s been presented with a training potty for the first time, its that face. It kinda says “You expect me to do WHAT?!?”) and I’m softly banging my head on the desk.
Yet still people will come into my office. STAND right in the door way, while I hold up a finger of one hand (and no not the rude finger) while still typing with the other as I finish one more thing. I have a pile of papers immedietely to my right, another to my left, which I am constantly referring to, and when I finally look up and ask what they want, they just shrug their shoulders and go “nothing, just wanted to see what you were up to”.
What. The. F.
You can see what I’m up to! I’m working! I know you may not recognise it, but look, project screen open. Papers everywhere. The look that I’m trying to do a poop while constipated look on my face. Seven cups of coffee around me. This is working. Unless you have something constructive or you are a ridiculously hot female, please, please, please, leave me alone.
I have no idea why this happens to me.
I am really not that interesting.
Especially since I’ve been paying off debt. Sure, back in the day when I was consuming copious amounts of alcohol I had stories that could make anyone laugh. (I really have to tell you guys about the time I got so drunk I only have flashes of what happened during the night, midgets and a circus were involved and climbing over fences). But these days, the most exciting thing thats happened to me recently was I got over 100 views on this blog (yay!). Not really something that other people would find interesting. yet they persist. It’s like they think I should have interesting stories and its their right that they should hear about my shenanigans.
I have no shenanigans.
I don’t even have a shenani.