Friday, March 10, 2006
Can't you see I'm busy??
I’ve found that I can give myself an extra half an hour in bed if I eat breakfast at the office. So I keep a stash of cereal and milk there. (It’s actually soy milk. After a lifetime of drinking milk my body decided to become mildly intolerant to it. Traitor.) I cannot have a a day without breakfast. I am a pig you know.
I also keep a toothbrush and toothpaste in my desk. I can’t be walking around all day with granola in my teeth. People might think I went outside to hug trees during my breaks. (Which I do, but they don’t need to know that.) What bugs me is when I’m in the restroom brushing and people try to strike up a conversation with me. Hello! I’ve got a toothbrush hanging out of my mouth and a mouthful of foam, do I look like I’m able to speak to you? Do you really want me to spit foam bubbles everywhere in an effort to converse?
I think the restroom is the least appropriate place to be having a conversation. I just want to go in there, take care of my business and get out. Even more annoying than trying to talk to me when I’m brushing is talking to me when I’m in a bathroom stall. I’m busy, leave me alone! This is my private time, your voice does not belong in my private space. Just shut up and go away, it’s hard enough for me to pee in public as it is.
Unfortunately I’m too nice to actually say any of this aloud.
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