Hermit

I was raised to be polite and I was raised to respect my elders. Because of this, I am appalled at my behavior in this office from time to time.

• Our receptionist, for example, has been here for over a year. She talks constantly. The only way to excuse yourself from a conversation with her is to literally turn your back and walk away. She'll keep talking even while you are out of sight. It took me about 7 months before I reached the walk away point. Occasionally I'll get trapped in the bathroom but it's a small price to pay.
• The person in charge of our "retail division" is notorious for trapping people in the lunchroom. I can be eating my lunch alone with my nose in the paper and she will still yap about how many times she was up in the middle of the night. I've experimented with the height at which I hold the paper while she is talking. Does it make a difference if I completely cover my face from her view with the paper? Does she realize that I am not interested in hearing about vet visits? Apparently not.
• Yesterday I literally turned my back to someone who wouldn't leave my office. I turned to face my computer and started working. She kept talking. She even came around to the side of my chair in order to try and face me.

I know I sound completely anti-social and despite introverted tendencies, I'm really not. These women are THAT insane. A couple of months after starting here I removed the extra chair from my office so that people would stop coming in and sitting every time they brought me paperwork. And I wonder why I can't get a promotion...

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I slept well last night. I even woke up at one point to use the bathroom and said, "wow, my hands aren't even numb." Of course, that jinxed it because all I could think about were my hands. When The Husband came to bed he not only had to fight me for space but for his pillow as well. Apparently the three that I have for myself were not enough.

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Two more hours of work then I get to leave this crazy town and it's a good thing since my co-workers just reminded me what festival is this weekend. It's impossible to get anywhere and most of our neighbors get drunker than Mardi Gras. Oh yeah, and the shootings, those are fun too. Then again, there's been so many murders within the past month or two that maybe an influx of tourists will cool things off. Then again, maybe not.