Monday, June 8, 2009

I Know It's Not Me

It's not me who turned lunch into yet another wtf-fest. It's not me who started melodramatically shuffling papers and stamping them together loudly on the table and sat back in the chair with arms folded across my chest with a wounded pride sniff.

This guy has some serious issues. Even my placid, well-meaning boss told him, "There's no need to emotionally react to this." It's not me who feigned innocence, who feigned nonchalance while pulling off one elephant-sized pouty-pout extravaganza. Where is this coming from?!

Try as I might to distance myself from what's going on across from me, the repercussions are acute. Everyone at the table is affected. My boss and I are both still trying to shed the wtf-ness of it from off our shoulders. But it stays with you, like a dark cloud. I sorta want a stiff drink right now. Or some emergency yoga, some deep-breathing exercises.

We're all left feeling like we just watched something very upsetting, like we took part in some very upsetting episode, but it's unclear exactly who did what to warrant such behavior. Where did that come from? Was it me? Am I such a bitch, is my bitchiness so deeply ingrained in me that I am unable to recognize it anymore? What did I do to upset him so? Am I that bad??!

No, by gawd. No. It's not me. I know it's not me!

6 comments:

Cat said...

The problem obviously is with the person who behaved so badly...

Ugh - I was at a self check out last night and this woman - was screaming at the machine - pounding her fist's on it and when the clerk came to assist - she screamed at the clerk refusing help - stating she knew what she was doing... and the whole time I kept thinking... "this is embarrassing, why wont she stop..."

Ugh...

gudnuff said...

And it lingers, doesn't it? It just messes with you...like a chalky aftertaste you can't wash out at will. I feel like these people are thiefs. Like they steal my placidity and when that happens, I resent it.

gudnuff said...

thieves...whatever...see? I'm flustered enough that my spelling's affected...harumph!

Cee said...

what was wrong with this guy? what is he pouting over? some people are so immature, I seriously don't know how they function. it's so true that attitudes are contageous. Maybe try to pretend you are watching an episode of the Office- sometimes I feel like they get their ideas from watching MY office.

Hyphen Mama said...

You know what bugs the crap out of me? When I leave a comment on a blog and it's LOST. GONE. WTF!

Anyway, my comment (2 days ago) was this:

Is this work husband?

gudnuff said...

Yep, this is Work Husband, the overgrown bratty baby with whom I'm forced to work.