Well, several of the bloggers i know are into a confessional mode these days. One very entertaining blogger has started a series called "How I Got to be Me." I really can't get into that kind of thing..."How I Got to be Mary Ellen, aka M.E." is just beyond me. I have NO IDEA how I got to be M.E. I just sort of happened, you know?
My mother wanted a girl, but she got me instead. It's not that I don't have all the right X & Y chromosomes, but something definitely got left out. I look at women's fashions and think, "Oh, ick! Who would want to wear this cheesy stuff?" On my way through MSN to my email, I see all kinds of girly articles on MAKEUP (I wore just enough lipstick and mascara to snag a husband almost 50 years ago, but now it makes me break out) and SKIN CARE (I swear by Burt's Bees Carrot Night Creme--one of the lovely skin tags that circle my neck got inflamed about a month ago...so i rubbed Burt's Bees Carrot Night Creme on it. It turned BLACK, and then it FELL OFF. Is this a miracle product, or what?)
Anyway, my boss said to me the other day....
"Wouldn't you like to stay working until this (PROJECT YOU'RE WORKING ON NOW) gets published? I know you haven't filled out your paperwork for your retirement (WRONG....I've filled it out twice but haven't been able to SEND THE LETTER). Don't you want to stay until you're satisfied with it?"
I said, "I couldn't care less. I'll go do the paperwork tmw."
Actually, I almost quit two days ago. The boss bawled me out in the meeting in front of everyone because SHE says I said the "F-word." I didn't. I said FREAKING, but the interpreters misheard me and made the sign for the other "F-word" I say quite often. At length I said, "Well, be that as it may, don't you think it would be nice to talk to me in private first? and then if I continue, you can lay me out in front of the whole group." She said, "I had to catch it right then and there. I wouldn't want the others to think THEY could start talking like that." And I said, "Fat chance. They're all a bunch of Church People, and they wouldn't be caught dead saying anything remotely naughty no matter where they were."
(This is a conversation I can't win, btw....Church People feel very negatively toward what they call "cursing." And I suspect my boss is a Church Person. She brought us Valentine candies with a religious theme last week. Little "Jesus loves you" lollipops and stuff like that.)
It's like Elizabeth Taylor says..."People who hate Vices also have some very annoying Virtues."
Over and Out.
It's all so mysterious--what we are and how we become. I can't do more than scratch at it myself.
ReplyDeleteI read that our very DNA is at odds with itself...and that are insides are more like a battleground than a board room. You see this in the Y chromosome (so this argument goes) which is long and thin and almost not there so as not to be a target for the X chromosome which is a chubby contented thing. And some of our genes are shy and others are extraverted. And whatever it is that we call "I" is not a singular entity at all.
Anyway your mom was lucky to get all the mysterious things that make up you. Sometimes parents have their own demons, and, just like the ole cliche, its da kids wot suffer 'em. Whatever she wanted, I'm glad she had you.
KT
Oh I am so thankful that I don't work anywhere near the sanctimonious. I really steer clear of them.
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ReplyDeletei read where memes are like DNA, but they keep shifting all the time. it's not all nature vs nurture. there's something else in there, too...our own thoughts.
peggy:
that's my role model talking....
Love the Elizabeth Taylor quote! Reminds me of a quote from someone at The Catholic Worker in reference to Dorothy Day. In essence it said, "Here, there are saints and there are martrys. The martrys have to work with the saints".
ReplyDelete(Is there no spell check here? Bloody Hell.)
Sal
sal: i think you spelt everything ok?? yikes. who cares? this is the new english, y'know. us bloggers and IMers and emailers are making a new langauge! love it. LOL, WTP, etc.
ReplyDeletexo, ma
I confess, I really don't care about the spell check, I just wanted to say "Bloody Hell".
ReplyDeleteSal
good thing there is no spel check...i got language wrong up there....tsk.
ReplyDeleteI love people like your boss -- not!!! I wish I could be so certain of everything as they are!!! I often wonder how they would hold up facing the challenges you and I have.
ReplyDeleteI got to be me by learning how to deal with extreme adversity with a sense of humor. What I can't deal with is the petty petty picayune bull that pervades daily life -- like idiots like your boss.