Fifteen minutes...
Sep. 16th, 2005 04:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mousmeThen I can go home.
L is gone. She eschewed her break in favour of taking the early train home. Sadly, I have no such luxury. Well, I will on Monday. Since I didn't get a break yesterday (the whole office having gone away to party without me, not that I'm bitter), I will be leaving fifteen minutes early on Monday. Yee!
Actually, I'm not that bitter. For one, I would have hated to miss out on my dancing. Secondly, from what L told me, she got stuck in the Let's Talk About Death Limousine. Some of the managers, having visited an old people's home they financed, got all We're-Not-Getting-Younger-And-I-Never-Want-To-End-Up-Like-That in the limo on the way to the restaurant.
One of the managers, the TMIM, was still talking about it today, and even got teary at one point. She also had way too much wine last night. She's by far the oldest of the bunch, and since as near as I can tell she lives alone and has no good friends, I can see how dying alone would be a major concern for her. Still, she's fifty. It's not exactly too late to try and forge relationships outside the office. As callous as this might sound, I really wish she'd stop trying to forge a relationship with me. I'm half her age, and she has no conception of personal boundaries. I don't want to hear about her sister's medical condition, about her woes in selling her house (or not selling, she's been hesitating for four months now and counting), or about how much her living room set cost her. Mind you, it didn't help that her living room set is worth more than half my yearly salary.
I have yet to find a polite way of telling her that we have nothing in common and that her inane little stories don't interest me. I feel sorry for her, but not so sorry that I'll go out of my way to be her friend.
Oh, look at that. Ten minutes to go.
*eyes clock*
Much stuff to do when I get home. Part of that, I think, will be a nap. I need one.
L is gone. She eschewed her break in favour of taking the early train home. Sadly, I have no such luxury. Well, I will on Monday. Since I didn't get a break yesterday (the whole office having gone away to party without me, not that I'm bitter), I will be leaving fifteen minutes early on Monday. Yee!
Actually, I'm not that bitter. For one, I would have hated to miss out on my dancing. Secondly, from what L told me, she got stuck in the Let's Talk About Death Limousine. Some of the managers, having visited an old people's home they financed, got all We're-Not-Getting-Younger-And-I-Never-Want-To-End-Up-Like-That in the limo on the way to the restaurant.
One of the managers, the TMIM, was still talking about it today, and even got teary at one point. She also had way too much wine last night. She's by far the oldest of the bunch, and since as near as I can tell she lives alone and has no good friends, I can see how dying alone would be a major concern for her. Still, she's fifty. It's not exactly too late to try and forge relationships outside the office. As callous as this might sound, I really wish she'd stop trying to forge a relationship with me. I'm half her age, and she has no conception of personal boundaries. I don't want to hear about her sister's medical condition, about her woes in selling her house (or not selling, she's been hesitating for four months now and counting), or about how much her living room set cost her. Mind you, it didn't help that her living room set is worth more than half my yearly salary.
I have yet to find a polite way of telling her that we have nothing in common and that her inane little stories don't interest me. I feel sorry for her, but not so sorry that I'll go out of my way to be her friend.
Oh, look at that. Ten minutes to go.
*eyes clock*
Much stuff to do when I get home. Part of that, I think, will be a nap. I need one.
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Date: 2005-09-19 12:31 pm (UTC)