This is the face of someone who’s had enough of the office this week.
This is also the face of someone who is going out for a steak and some beer.
See you cats later.
I was asleep before the train left Grand Central. I feel asleep to Ira Glass introducing the same episode of This American Life that I’ve been trying to get through for the past week. As the train moved and gently rocked me to sleep, I was grateful for rest.
I woke up minutes from…
I’m not often in the position of defending myself here, as I try and stay away from any sort of drama. However, since you seem to feel so strongly about this post, I think I should at least try and explain the original intent of the post as I obviously failed to do so.
My point was not that I don’t like to help people. As a matter of fact, if you are a regular reader of my blog (and we’ve been following each other for years now, so I assume that you at least breeze through some of my posts), you will see that, on more than one occasion, I have gone out of my way to help others. Family, friends, or complete strangers; whoever seeks out my assistance gets it. I easily could have completely ignored that woman last night. But I didn’t. My whole point was, yes, I was groggy in not in the best of moods. Maybe I didn’t put on my best smile and act like giving her directions was exactly what I wanted to do at that particular moment. The fact of the matter was, no matter what my mood was (and even a happy go lucky idiot like myself gets moody every now and then), I stopped what I was doing and gave that woman directions.
I’m not sure if this explanation clears anything up for you, or if you still think I may be a mean spirited prick to total strangers. What I do know is that, I had a blast meeting you at SNARK a couple of years ago and hope to see you this year. I’d love to buy you a beer and we can discuss this, then forget about it and laugh about other things.
Approachable Annoyance
I was asleep before the train left Grand Central. I feel asleep to Ira Glass introducing the same episode of This American Life that I’ve been trying to get through for the past week. As the train moved and gently rocked me to sleep, I was grateful for rest.
I woke up minutes from my station. I lazily stood up, grabbed my coat from the overhead rack, pulled it on and grabbed my bag. I also changed from a podcast to some loud Rush to wake me up for the drive home. Loud. I exited the train and stared blankly as walked down the train platform. As I walked with the crowd I noticed a woman staring at me, then waving to me. I looked away to avoid her, but she walked straight up to me and began talking to me. My music was loud and I couldn’t hear a word she was saying. But she persisted.
I fumbled with my headphones and pulled them off a bit angrily. “Hi” I said. She then proceeded to ask me about directions to the north end of the parking lot. I told her what she needed to know. She thanked me and wandered away. I watched her walk off as I put my headphones back in. Tom Sawyer returned, along with my stone face. I walked to the car.
Out of the crowd of commuters, why me? I was obviously preoccupied and in a hurry. I like to think that I’m usually approachable and friendly, but there are times when I’m closed for business. Tonight was clearly one of those moments. I could have walked by her, but even when I clearly didn’t want to be bothered, I allowed my groove to be broken proceeded to be helpful.
Curses to people who bother people who clearly don’t want to be bothered. And curses to my helpful nature.
Tumblr Crushes:
- justcallmemike
- titsandsass
- therealcherilyn
- sarahgetsit
- nicolesprivates
- msdeenyc
- meyechael
- clipsnap
- nolagrrlnyc
Still not sure how this crush thing works. I mean, how did *that* guy get the number one love spot? Shit.. I may need to re-evaluate some things. Anyway, nothing but pure awesomeness here. I even got a cute lil’ Monkey!
Snark Has a Pre-Party Venue
So, if you are in NYC on Friday February 17, 2012 at 8pm come drink with the internet and the rest of the SNARKERS at Snafu on East 47th street in NYC.
Message me for details. Or just to message me to tell me how awesome I am…either one.
I will be there!
Yay!!!
Sweet. Seeya there.
More Truth. More of an update, really…
My item has been returned. It doesn’t change the fact that it went missing, but it’s a huge relief to have it back. However it doesn’t change the fact that it went missing in the first place.
This still leaves me with a difficult decision to make. For now I’m just relieved that my worst fears have not been realized.
Tuesday done Truthfully
- I don’t have much for today, since last nights post was pretty raw and honest. And I’m still unsure of how to handle the situation.
- I just booked my room for SNARK. Of course I waited too long and it cost me, but fuck it. You guys are worth it.
- I owe someone a call.
- I could send a bunch of STM’s to a bunch of you right now.
- This is the lamest TT post ever. I know.
Betrayal
It’s always been in my nature to help people when I can, especially family. This attitude has for years kept me balanced on the precipice between good guy gorge and sucker valley. However difficult it’s been at times to give, it honestly makes me feel good to do for others. I come from nothing, and now I have. So when I see an opportunity to help, I take it.
This weekend, I was betrayed in an unbelievably cold and calculated manner by a family member for whom I have literally changed my life for in order to accommodate. And I don’t know what to do. I have no idea how to handle this. My first response, after the tears, was to retaliate and cast out of my life forever. However, my wrath could affect two small innocent children. I could let it pass, but that would be sending the wrong message and only make me vulnerable.
Two things were taken from this weekend. One was material and held great sentimental value for me. The other was a trust that I’m also afraid that may be lost forever.
