It's Friday, folks! This week (sorry, make that this year) has been nightmarishly long. Take yesterday for example. I had to deal with shits and CAJOLE idiots at work until 8ish. Then I went home, watched 2 episodes of Scrubs and got on a really redundant & uninformative conference call until 11ish. I went to bed, angry. Woke up at 6ish this morning; came to work and got on another conference call where one of the participants was 15 mins late so I had to make small talk with the other waiting participant. Small talk at 8am is not my thing.
Then again, talking hasn't been my thing this year. I have saying all the wrong things this week. At times, my tongue run away and I say really stupid things. Or I get tongue-tied. Like this morning, I bumped into one of the senior management downstairs at my coffee and this is how idiotic I sounded:
Senior Management: Hi Frou
Frou: Oh hello.
SM: How are you this morning?
Frou: *scrunch face* It's too early for me. (Why can't I just say I am fine???!)
SM: I hope the coffee helps.
Frou: Haha *weak smile* (Why can't I say something clever??)
SM:...
Frou: Do you always come here? (Hello?? Am I picking up boys at the club?)
Still, being tongue-tied is better than talking too much, thinking too little, getting stressed out and sounding like a blabbering insolent fool. I had a fair share of that this week as well. I haven't been nice. The other day some dude called me on my office phone and he said in a funny accent, "Hello, I am Michael from China. I am looking for the lawyer. They say you are the lawyer."
I don't know what it is; maybe he caught me at a really bad time; but whatever it is, I snapped - big time. The poor guy really got it from me. I gave him the cross-examination of his life. In my head, I had assumed it was a random cold call. I was so self-involved in my own inane blabbering that I didn't realise that he was just trying to tell me in his limited English that he was actually one of our colleagues from China and he was just looking for my other colleague in charge of our China work. I am such a horrible bitch. On hindsight, maybe I snapped because an hour earlier, someone at the office has told me, "You are the lawyer, YOU tell me what to do". I swear if I hear that L word again, I am going to...
Anyway, my stress-related idiocracy extends beyond work. During dinner last week, we were talking about Martin Luther King Jr. Day holiday. We were trying to figure out whether it was a holiday to celebrate his birth or death. For some reason, I kept asking "Is it the day of his death or assassination?". I repeated myself a few times but no one replied me and I was getting really frustrated until the Man said, "Actually Frou, when someone is assassinated, they usually die." I am the village idiot.
I told my BFF, The Toe, about my above-described woes and how bitchy I have been and as usual, she made me feel much better. She did this by telling me an idiotic story of her own which always tops mine.
She said she was driving out of her apartment's car park when a fat runner ran in front of her car. Toe stopped in time but the irate runner started banging on her car and shouting that as the pedestrian, she has the right of way.
Fat runner: You should look out for me! I am running! You could have knock me down!
Toe: Girlfriend, I wouldn't be able to knock you down. You are so HUGE!
And The Frou hands Bitch of the Week trophy to The Toe ...
Then again, talking hasn't been my thing this year. I have saying all the wrong things this week. At times, my tongue run away and I say really stupid things. Or I get tongue-tied. Like this morning, I bumped into one of the senior management downstairs at my coffee and this is how idiotic I sounded:
Senior Management: Hi Frou
Frou: Oh hello.
SM: How are you this morning?
Frou: *scrunch face* It's too early for me. (Why can't I just say I am fine???!)
SM: I hope the coffee helps.
Frou: Haha *weak smile* (Why can't I say something clever??)
SM:...
Frou: Do you always come here? (Hello?? Am I picking up boys at the club?)
Still, being tongue-tied is better than talking too much, thinking too little, getting stressed out and sounding like a blabbering insolent fool. I had a fair share of that this week as well. I haven't been nice. The other day some dude called me on my office phone and he said in a funny accent, "Hello, I am Michael from China. I am looking for the lawyer. They say you are the lawyer."
I don't know what it is; maybe he caught me at a really bad time; but whatever it is, I snapped - big time. The poor guy really got it from me. I gave him the cross-examination of his life. In my head, I had assumed it was a random cold call. I was so self-involved in my own inane blabbering that I didn't realise that he was just trying to tell me in his limited English that he was actually one of our colleagues from China and he was just looking for my other colleague in charge of our China work. I am such a horrible bitch. On hindsight, maybe I snapped because an hour earlier, someone at the office has told me, "You are the lawyer, YOU tell me what to do". I swear if I hear that L word again, I am going to...
Anyway, my stress-related idiocracy extends beyond work. During dinner last week, we were talking about Martin Luther King Jr. Day holiday. We were trying to figure out whether it was a holiday to celebrate his birth or death. For some reason, I kept asking "Is it the day of his death or assassination?". I repeated myself a few times but no one replied me and I was getting really frustrated until the Man said, "Actually Frou, when someone is assassinated, they usually die." I am the village idiot.
I told my BFF, The Toe, about my above-described woes and how bitchy I have been and as usual, she made me feel much better. She did this by telling me an idiotic story of her own which always tops mine.
She said she was driving out of her apartment's car park when a fat runner ran in front of her car. Toe stopped in time but the irate runner started banging on her car and shouting that as the pedestrian, she has the right of way.
Fat runner: You should look out for me! I am running! You could have knock me down!
Toe: Girlfriend, I wouldn't be able to knock you down. You are so HUGE!
And The Frou hands Bitch of the Week trophy to The Toe ...
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