The "Look-See" Or Why Tilly Is Going Bat-Shit-Crazy-Insane:
So, I was all about posting this great little goodbye letter to my former wonderfully fantabulous cottage with pictures to boot and be all sincere and positive and not bitter and shit. And then, well, then I remembered that I hate people. Especially people that walk by my office 17 times a day and do the "look-see." Holy-effing-crap-blasting-hell. I seriously cannot deal with these creepy-crappy-stalker-scientists. I think I might impload.
Yes. Here I am in my office, still sitting at my desk, still busy pretending to work at my awesome-ish computer. Nothing has changed since the last time you walked by. But, really, honestly, why? Why? Why look? Do you say hello? No. Do you have a question? No. Do you need something so you are checking to see if I am in a super-important meeting? No. Do you have a not-so-secret-but-still-secret crush on Tilly? No.
Eh, just looking.
Sometimes I attempt to throw them off by closing my door at a 45degree angle, but, alas, they are not fooled. They just peek through the quarter-window to the side. So, rather than accepting such a defeat, I one-up these beaker-transporting peepers and close the blinds on said quarter-window. Ha! But then I just look all shady and shit, like I am actually up to mischief or some other debauchery, which, duh, I obvi save for after-hours people, c'mon. Their four beedy eyes invade my personal space all.effing.day. I try to hide behind my massive monitor, but then I can't sit comfortably with my legs crossed under my desk and therefore I am just not a happy camper. This paradox is berating me on a daily, no hourly, no minutely, no, well, okay, fine, minutely [wc?]basis. And I just don't know how much longer I can efficiently complete my job requirements living in such a violated working condition. AHHHHH! It just happened AGAIN. As.I.Type.This. I think I'm [going] bat-shit-crazy-insane.
But, now, here's your (and by your, I mean my) Moment of Zen:
Yes. Here I am in my office, still sitting at my desk, still busy pretending to work at my awesome-ish computer. Nothing has changed since the last time you walked by. But, really, honestly, why? Why? Why look? Do you say hello? No. Do you have a question? No. Do you need something so you are checking to see if I am in a super-important meeting? No. Do you have a not-so-secret-but-still-secret crush on Tilly? No.
Eh, just looking.
Sometimes I attempt to throw them off by closing my door at a 45degree angle, but, alas, they are not fooled. They just peek through the quarter-window to the side. So, rather than accepting such a defeat, I one-up these beaker-transporting peepers and close the blinds on said quarter-window. Ha! But then I just look all shady and shit, like I am actually up to mischief or some other debauchery, which, duh, I obvi save for after-hours people, c'mon. Their four beedy eyes invade my personal space all.effing.day. I try to hide behind my massive monitor, but then I can't sit comfortably with my legs crossed under my desk and therefore I am just not a happy camper. This paradox is berating me on a daily, no hourly, no minutely, no, well, okay, fine, minutely [wc?]basis. And I just don't know how much longer I can efficiently complete my job requirements living in such a violated working condition. AHHHHH! It just happened AGAIN. As.I.Type.This. I think I'm [going] bat-shit-crazy-insane.
But, now, here's your (and by your, I mean my) Moment of Zen:
posted by Tilly at 1:45 PM
2 Comments:
None of my work environments allow for that sort of gawking, thank God, but I do have a roommate that's quite fond of the look'n'see.
No matter how wide open, or tightly closed my door is, she'll either stand in the doorway gaping waiting for some form of acknowledgement or she'll knock quietly and wait around outside, so that she can awkwardly interject inane banter at innapropriate times.
The only reason I'm not horrendous to her 100% of the time is that she's really sensitive, and being rebuffed leads to her crying (wailing) loudly in her room or on the front stoop.
Thanks for the blogroll add, I'll reciprocate in turn because I think your blog is funny.
Thanks Lady!
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