I know that this is the third post with same title, and that it's weird, and that I don't care. And I also know that the title is bad grammar, and I don't care about that either. In fact, I like it more because it's bad grammar. Fight the power. Ending-a-sentence-with-a-preposition is how I roll, dawg. FUCK THA (GRAMMAR) POLICE.
Wait...what? What just happened? Apparently my head is in a place where syntax is the man. Very odd.
These are the songs that keep repeating in my head (mainly because I'm wearing headphones and keep double clicking on these songs...)
Armor For Sleep - Awkward Last Words
The Offspring - You're Gonna Go Far, Kid
Reggie and the Full Effect - Get Well Soon
Lisa Hannigan - I Don't Know
Atmosphere - Don't Ever Fucking Question That
So I guess that's a part of where my head is at. Does that clear everything up? No? You say it makes it more confusing? That's good, because confusing things is/are the point. If you don't understand what I'm writing, I have successfully confused you, so then you now understand where my head is at. So please explain it to me, because it seems painfully obvious that I don't know. (And if you DO understand what I'm writing, I need an explanation for that too...)
Here's something I do know: That I know more about the day-to-day lives of my co-workers, whom I (mostly) despise, then I do about my friends and family, whom I (mostly) love. I know that's ass-backward fucking wrong.
So maybe I don't know what I want from life, but I know it isn't this...
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I don't think knowing about your co-workers daily lives is "ass-backwards fucking wrong"...I mean, you do spend at least 5 days a week with them, up to 40 hours. It's impossible to spend that much time with YOUR family; trust me, I know (haha, okay, cheap shot). Co-workers are like your second family...and it sounds like you hate your second family. Don't worry, I do too.
When you figure out how to change it around, let me know.
I have never once thought of my co-workers as a second family. Not even in jobs when I liked my co-workers.
And I have gotten pretty good at avoiding my co-workers. I would say that (except for Donna) I spend less than 30 minutes per day "with" my co-workers.
I have worked weeks when I can completely avoid talking to Katina, and my only interactions with the sales people is to say hello as I'm walking in and goodbye as I'm walking out....ahh, paradise....
That's me a lot of times...and I feel guilty about it- like I should be pursuing relationships with these people because I do spend so much of my life around them. At the same time, I have no desire too...so I don't.
I don't know, perhaps I just wish I cared more. But I get you. Perhaps your work "family" is like your 3rd cousins twice removed?
I got kind of burned when I worked 80 hours a week with the baseball team because I did develop really close relationships with my coworkers and was a little to casual with some things I said. What I felt was just common venting about work was turned against me. I know have a definite barrier between myself and coworkers. I became really good friends with my coworker Melissa, but I don't know if I can see that happening again. You definitely learn a lot about their lives, but I don't feel like I really know who any of my coworkers are as a person.
I don't want to know who my coworkers are as people. I already know too damn much as it is! And I don't feel guilty about not wanting to know things about people I dislike.
"But Kevin, if you got to know them better you might like them."
1)No
2)I prefer disliking them
What I do feel guilty about is that I haven't been e-mailing my grandpa as often as I promised, or that I have no idea what you guys are doing next weekend, or that every time I see my sister she has a different hair color.
(although in my defense on that last one, she changes it A LOT.)
But does anybody else find it the slightest bit peculiar that we do spend so much time around our co-workers, but don't really know them or have the desire to get to know them?
I'm not saying they have to be as close to you as your family, or that you have to be best friend, but for me, I wouldn't even call my co-workers 'friends'. How hard is it to make friends with someone? Doesn't it take just a little bit of time and effort to make a friend???
Yet we choose not to for all different reasons. I don't know, just interesting.
How hard is it to make friends with someone?
Depends on the person and your definition of friend.
Haha, what other answer could I have expected from you???
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