One of my many weaknesses
Jan. 4th, 2024 02:33 pmI have a terrible time hiding it when I don't like someone. It's always embarrassingly obvious. People here in the cult do a great job of being nice and kind to every single soul and it's a reminder to try harder every day.
The only person I play volleyball with that I really do not like is Sylvia. She's not really a team player and she's annoying.
Yesterday, I put up a notice in the mail room advertising my HP Chromebase computer to anyone who wanted it for free. Who wanted it? Sylvia.
She called me this afternoon from the front desk because she didn't have her phone with her and we got cut off so she left a message but since she didn't have her phone... it was a bit of a cluster fuck. Then when we finally connected, I said come now if you want and she said she'd be right there. She lives next to the elevator one floor below me. It took her 20 minutes.
Then she was all "I don't know nuthin' bout computers..." She kept wanting to pay me. If I had taken any money for it, I would have been on the hook for continued support - so no thank you. But now she wants to take me out to dinner, ARUGH.
Come to think of it, I'm not wild about Cecil either. But, he'd just an old retired military whose never changed his opinion of a woman's place in the world. Plus he doesn't play very often.
Each floor, here at the cult, has an annual party - generally Christmas or January. Ours is a pot luck next week. I have a huge list of reasons why I hate pot lucks. My list of things I like about them is blank. Myrna is in charge of our side of the floor - who's going and who's bringing what. She told me days ago that I did not have to go. Today she came by to ask what I was bringing. Nope. You'll be partying without me. Once she got that I was serious, she was ok with it. If one more person tells me I can just buy cupcakes, I might not remember to be nice.
But, I'm happy it has a new home.
The only person I play volleyball with that I really do not like is Sylvia. She's not really a team player and she's annoying.
Yesterday, I put up a notice in the mail room advertising my HP Chromebase computer to anyone who wanted it for free. Who wanted it? Sylvia.
She called me this afternoon from the front desk because she didn't have her phone with her and we got cut off so she left a message but since she didn't have her phone... it was a bit of a cluster fuck. Then when we finally connected, I said come now if you want and she said she'd be right there. She lives next to the elevator one floor below me. It took her 20 minutes.
Then she was all "I don't know nuthin' bout computers..." She kept wanting to pay me. If I had taken any money for it, I would have been on the hook for continued support - so no thank you. But now she wants to take me out to dinner, ARUGH.
Come to think of it, I'm not wild about Cecil either. But, he'd just an old retired military whose never changed his opinion of a woman's place in the world. Plus he doesn't play very often.
Each floor, here at the cult, has an annual party - generally Christmas or January. Ours is a pot luck next week. I have a huge list of reasons why I hate pot lucks. My list of things I like about them is blank. Myrna is in charge of our side of the floor - who's going and who's bringing what. She told me days ago that I did not have to go. Today she came by to ask what I was bringing. Nope. You'll be partying without me. Once she got that I was serious, she was ok with it. If one more person tells me I can just buy cupcakes, I might not remember to be nice.
But, I'm happy it has a new home.
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