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Excuse Me, Mansplainer
I was going to write a poem to mark the occasion. It would have been titled: Ode to the Mansplainer, and it was going to be epic. I had the whole opus worked out in my head, as I composed it in the shower. However, like all things fleeting, the words washed out of my hair right down the drain so I had forgotten it all by the time I was toweling myself dry. Sigh.
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Conflict of Interest Pt 2: The Cocky Coworker
In my previous post, I described the blue-collar Hispanic man who is low-key obsessed with me. So if I ever go missing, he should definitely be considered Prime Suspect #1 or, at the very least, a person of interest. This time I’m going to describe the other half of this coin, the ones who can’t seem to stand me after a while. In particular, the white-collar man, a coworker of mine who is a team leader in another department.
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Words Fall On Deaf Ears…
I should have written the point paper. I was going to write a paper. I talked about doing this at length with my best friend over the phone. The intention was so I could say my piece to my brother without interruption or tangents. More specifically so I could keep a cool head about me. In the end I made a mistake and capitalized on an opportunity to have a dialogue with my brother about the current difficulties we have been experiencing since we decided be roommates. I should have saved my breath.
