So there's this woman at my job, she's one of my mentors--she is pretty intimidating, like maybe she has a lot of brothers or something. She works really hard and is pretty much always in control of any situation. I really don't know her very well, but I'm pretty sure she could beat me at just about anything, including thumb wrestling.
And there's me, in the midst of an actually serious and real-life crisis this is NOT the first day of the rest of my life I cannot do this job. Inappropriately falling back on humor as usual ha ha. It's 4:30 on Friday what am I still doing here hasn't anyone left yet? And my 3:30 meeting has just ended and I print a grant out that will be good "background" for me to continue to miserablize myself with even more work and I run into her at the printer. And I'm all, see I printed it out (it is worth noting here that I did NOT promise to read it over the weekend, but was a cheap way to look like a TEAM PLAYER whose biggest weakness is that she WORKS TOO MUCH.) Anyway, I'm all, I printed it! Do I get a gold star? And she's all, yes, but I never got gold stars as a child for having a clean room and my sister always got lots of gold stars. And I'm all, ha ha, have a nice weekend.
And she's all, and now I don't tolerate mess in the house and my husband wishes I was more like my childhood messy room self.
And I'm all--you know, to the person who is practically my BOSS, who I don't KNOW very well, who may actually be my exact opposite, and who has never before experienced my pathetic attempts at sparkling wit--I'm all, that sounds like one for the therapist.
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Sending your mentor to a therapist is just being helpful, no? God, what I would give for your inappropriate humor at times.
you know, that actually sounds like a perfectly acceptable thing to say in that situation, to me.
Maybe she thought you meant your therapist. I'll bet she watches what she says around you now that you're going to be analyzing it with your therapist.
Or... she'll take you up on your advice, leave her job, and move to Taos to be the painter she always wanted to be.
I think she was looking for that.
That woman sounds like my first college roommate. I lived in fear all year.
Hmmm, I think spilling out the contents of your life is more inappropriate than your remark. I laughed so hard at this post.
Nora, you sound like you were your wonderful, charming self.
I love how people blurt out such private info at work! Your husband wishes you were a dirty, messy schoolgirl...hmmmm????
'Miserablize' is my new favorite word.
I don't think there was anything more perfect you could have said!
oh man, I had coworkers like that...watch out :)
Sounds like both of you need a drink. Or ten.
So she has that blurt-it-out-itis, too, like you have complained about. More in common than you thought?
But yeah, therapist. Good idea. Anonymous email, maybe? Gather colleagues for an intervention? There are a lot of ways you could go about this.
Your husband wishes you were a dirty, messy schoolgirl...hmmmm????
Wow---I didn't see "dirty" in there anywhere.
It is to be hoped that he wishes she'd lighten up, rather than don that short plaid skirt and get out the spank-brush.
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