Being "nice"
The comment was made today that you have to be nice to people you work with. Why? Its not like I give a crap about most of them. And I don't really care what they think of me. I made a promise to my dark angel one time that I would be "nice" to people, whther they deserved it or not. But then she told me that if I couldn't keep that promise it was no big deal. And its the only promise I have ever broken.
I don't know if a certain person will read this or not, but I was supposed to make mention of a weird gal at work. But what to say. I suppose I could mention her dancing, or at least i think that was what she was attempting. How she kept smiling and laughing most of the day when she wasn't looking at me like she was wanting to gut me like a fish. She told me I might feel better about my non life if I wasn't so shy. Me? Shy? I tried to say that one time and the ones I told that too laughed at me.
Shaggy
posted by shaggy @ 5:47 PM
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I had this job in a bakery/deli when I was 18 and I hated it. The boss was a total jerk, the other epople that worked there were so damn mean all the time and that made for a very hostile work environment. I'm usually a very quiet person but after so many months I couldn't take it anymore and asked the guy in the meat department who worked just a few feel from me why he was always so damn mean to me. You know what he said? He told me that most people who worked there thought I didn't like them cause I never smiled, never talked to them, and always kept to myself. A few times they invited me to have lunch with them and I declined and they thought I had something against them. I didn't I just didn't much care to be around other people. Things got alot better once I dropped the attitude I had. It's hard to be happy when you never let yourself be happy and always see the negative side to things.
I've tried to be happy. And was at times, for a while. I've even tried to let things go, as they say, but its kind of hard when the same stuff happens day in and day out.
Yeah, I am usually one of the first ones out the door. Like today, I had my card punched and was halfway to the door before he was done saying see ya tomorrow. I try to forget that place exists as soon as I walk out the door, but there are days when it just seems to linger in my head.
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