Sometimes I feel a bit "picked on" because my foibles stand out a bit more than those of the next 10 people.
today, I was pulled aside and told to clean my desk "before somebody says something."
Um, but you just said something...
So I complained to my friend K.
Me: They told me to clean my desk AGAIN!
Me: And I look down the aisles at some of the desks here and think REALLY? I need to clean my desk?! Why is the standard different for me? Like I used to get picked on for things I wore and now there's that one girl and she dresses so unprofessional. Does anybody say anything to her?
K: That I don't know.
Me: Oh no, K! I've become one of THEM!!!
They've gotten under my skin and I'm becoming...
K: Come on... don't be a douche canoe*
(insert very loud 1 note laughter as I catch myself from being "inappropriate" at work)
Me: did you hear that?
I totally LOL'd
K: thought so
B: now I'm crying!
I applaud your perfection!
K: I try, sometimes I'm on.
Me: OK, all that stress -- gone!
K: wait til the day they come to you and say you don't look busy enough because there's nothing on your desk