Better Luck Next Time
More awkwardness at the office today. I had a moment with an attractive employee, i think she's in the accounting department (but i don't know, also for that matter, i don't know her name, so for the sake of this entry lets call her Attractive Employee, AE) and it left me feeling, well, like the social putz that i am. The scene: I'm walking down the hall, and she is walking towards me at 90 degrees, heading for the exit. Our eyes meet, she is attractive so i continue to look at her, even though 9 times out of 10 i would have looked away and inadvertantly smacked into a support beam, and lets say as we are walking we hold eye contact for about 4 seconds. Neither of us say hello. I tried to, that is, i thought to myself 'i should probably say something.' Well talking is very difficult sometimes, that is to say, all the time and we walked by in silence. I realized then that by not saying anything and just staring at her like that, in her mind i probably just became THE CREEPY GUY AT THE OFFICE. oh nooooooooo!
No one wants to be that guy, no one! The thing is, i don't really fit the CREEPY GUY profile. I comb my hair, i don't wear the same pair of pants every day, i dont have a shirt pocket full of pens, i don't lurk in the break room behind the water cooler and share my crazy conspiracy theories with everyone, i don't have a bunch of earthworms in dirt in a styroaphome coffee cup at my desk, and i don't smell like a glue stick and half roasted grasshoppers (i think). Never the less, i betcha come tomorrow morning people will be avoiding me like the plague. No one likes that guy....now i know how Crazy Aunt Tom feels....I don't know either, just smile and nod.
The story gets better, of course. After failing to talk to AE i tried to talk to another coworker later in the day, someone who usually goes out of her way to talk to me, cause she's nice like that. I saw her copying some papers so i decided to try and spark up a conversation:
Me: Hey, whatcha copy'n there?
Woman: ...Just some papers.
M: What are they for?
She gives me a "what the hell are you talking about" look.
M: I mean, are they for any special purpose, what are you going to do with them. (I assume this question is obvious, being that this is a Mortgage firm and I'm not at all sure what all the different documents are for)
W: ...I'm sending them to my attorney.
M: ...Oh. (Here i leave without hazarding another word.)
Just goes to show that talking leads to bad things, and that i would be wise to let people initiate conversations with me rather than me with them, just oh Jesus, what a train wreck that turned out to be.
heh, oh well.
No one wants to be that guy, no one! The thing is, i don't really fit the CREEPY GUY profile. I comb my hair, i don't wear the same pair of pants every day, i dont have a shirt pocket full of pens, i don't lurk in the break room behind the water cooler and share my crazy conspiracy theories with everyone, i don't have a bunch of earthworms in dirt in a styroaphome coffee cup at my desk, and i don't smell like a glue stick and half roasted grasshoppers (i think). Never the less, i betcha come tomorrow morning people will be avoiding me like the plague. No one likes that guy....now i know how Crazy Aunt Tom feels....I don't know either, just smile and nod.
The story gets better, of course. After failing to talk to AE i tried to talk to another coworker later in the day, someone who usually goes out of her way to talk to me, cause she's nice like that. I saw her copying some papers so i decided to try and spark up a conversation:
Me: Hey, whatcha copy'n there?
Woman: ...Just some papers.
M: What are they for?
She gives me a "what the hell are you talking about" look.
M: I mean, are they for any special purpose, what are you going to do with them. (I assume this question is obvious, being that this is a Mortgage firm and I'm not at all sure what all the different documents are for)
W: ...I'm sending them to my attorney.
M: ...Oh. (Here i leave without hazarding another word.)
Just goes to show that talking leads to bad things, and that i would be wise to let people initiate conversations with me rather than me with them, just oh Jesus, what a train wreck that turned out to be.
heh, oh well.