I Wasn’t Even Trying To Be Funny
I wasn’t looking forward to going into the office because according to procedures, paper work is to be turned in the next day before ten o’clock and I was already one day late PLUS I’d be going in after ten o’clock.
On top of that, when I’ve done something wrong, I get intimidated by all the women at the office. I know they talk so, I knew they were all aware that, once again I didn’t get my paperwork in on time.
Sometimes I feel like they gang up on me. Or, maybe I’m just paranoid.
I don’t want to dwell on my paranoid feelings about women though. Shit happens to me every day not just in the office but, all over the place. I’m not sure if it’s interesting or funny. It doesn’t have anything to do with women per se. It is what it is but, sometimes when it’s all over with at the end of the day, I get a chuckle out of reliving all the crazy shit that happens.
Before I left the house I made sure all the information on the forms was filled out correctly. I’ve made every mistake in the book when it comes to filling out those forms. I don’t want to be classified with people who are either dumb or crazy based on the definition that, if you keep making the same mistake over and over you’re one of them.
Then I drove over to the office. I parked my car in the circular drive out front and left the motor running thinking that if I needed an excuse for a quick getaway I could always say, ‘’Hey, I gotta go… I left my car running,’’ which … well, I do this all the time and I always think I’m so fricking smart but I’ve never once used it as an excuse to leave. Sometimes I get stuck in there for 15 or 20 minutes just jabbering, while my car runs. The whole time I’m involved in some inane conversation I’m thinking about how much gas I’m wasting and how ridiculous I was to leave the car running.
Before I go in, I always think it’s such a great excuse to leave but after I’m in there, it seems like a shitty excuse to be rude. continued ….