Don’t ask. Don’t tell.

Americans waste a lot of time with the “Hi, how are you? I’m fine thank you, and you? Good, thanks for asking”. Now, you might not THINK that’s a long time but imagine walking down a corridor and you run into three people separately. Now imagine repeating that exchange over and over. THAT’S A LOT OF TIME!

 I have to maneuver through that at least 4-5 times in the morning before I get to my desk. First there’s the security guard on the corner. Smile. Hi How are you? good. how are you? good. thanks. bye. walk into building, there’s another security guard. Smile. wave. Hi . How are you? Great. Yourself? Good. thanks. walk through main doors of office. There’s the receptionist. Good morning. Good morning. How are you? Good. thanks. how are you? good. thanks.  walk to corridor towards desk. here’s a colleague. Hi Bob. Hi Jolin. How’s it going? Good. thanks. How about you? Doing good. thanks. (I’m exhausted by now. Smile cracking at corners) need coffee. There’s Joe and Sue in the kitchen. there’s no turning back now. Hi Jim. Sue. Hi. Morning. How are you? good. good. thanks. how ar eyou? good. good. thanks for asking.

 for crying out loud!

Who really cares to know anyway? NO ONE!!! No one reeeeally wants to know that you’re feeling crappy because you didn’t get enough sleep last night because the rain was so heavy and you haven’t fixed that leak in your roof and you were terrified all night that your ceiling would collapse on you in the middle of the night. No one REALLY wants to know.  SO WHY DO THEY BOTHER ASKING?!!!! argh!!! and if by chance someone DOES rant on about their life story after you ask them (you DID ask…) then you waste even MORE time listening to their boring stories (about some lame leaky roof. why couldn’t it just collapse on her and save you from this wretched story?) what a waste of time.

 Why can’t we just get along with a nod of the head when we pass each other in the hallway? Or even a simple good morning. good morning. exchange would be MORE than sufficient!

The Da Vinci Code.. sort of

I know everyone out there has this problem too, I have too many damned online accounts that I keep messing up my passwords and IDs. My solution is to write them down "somewhere" where only I can find them. Inevitably, these get lost or I cannot remember where I hid them so those accounts 'die'.

option two is to ENCRYPT the passwords via tricky only-i-can-unlock-the-answer type of multiple questions. Like when is your birth date, very simple.. except that… when I sign up for these things I usually lie about my age and naturally I can't remember what imaginary date I cooked up for myself for that system…which means I can't access the NEXT trick question, what's your mother's maiden name (which i also usually lie about anyway)

 what's brought us down this path of thinking is the fact that i cannot for the life of me get into my flickr account. yeah.. so that means I can't attach a photo to this post.

so yeah, going through my travel photos and found a couple of good ones but that'll have to wait til my password/ID memory returns.

 ps: i went travelling.

Geram

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You know those days where you feel there is something inherently wrong but you can't pinpoint exactly what is is that's making you mad? Simply that EVERYTHING and their grandmothers are pissing you off.

You start the morning ticked off because someone insults you within 5 minutes of meeting and you don't retaliate because you always grit your teeth and politely smile instead.

You go to work and your allergies are killing you.

Your workmate derides you for sneezing too much. (I'm sorry I'm allergic!)

She makes you use some remedy that hurts your systema dn you realize that this is America, no one has to put up with this, so why do I??!

YOu get mad at yourself because you are a fool who doesn't stand up for herself.

All sorts of stuff comes rolling back liek conversations where you wish you had retaliated when someone gaev you a backhanded compliment.

You feel moody because all you want to do is sulk in solitude but you have plasn for later in the day and have to make nice about it.

You hate your administrative assistants.

You keep running into people you're trying to avoid and are forced to smile and say hello when you do.

Your lunchhour is spent at your desk because you've agreed to maek up time for a half day that you want to take off the next week for an appointment you are having second thoughts about.

You feel there's nobody you can tell this to because no one understands you.

You wish the day was over.

You wish tomorrow you won't feel this way anymore