Just a Little Vertigo Over Here
I had the weirdest experience today. For a brief second, I got to see me through someone else's eyes.
(And yes, it's as vertigo-inducing and disconcerting as you'd expect.)
I was talking to co-worker about past jobs/experiences and somewhere in the middle of the conversation she just starts staring at me.
This immediately has me wondering if I've got spinach in my teeth.
Then she says to me, "How on earth did someone like you end up here?"
Keep in mind, I still work at the Jolly Green Giant, which means everyone (and I do mean everyone) has more industry experience and formal science education than I do.
So I can feel myself tensing, getting ready to defend my right to actually have the job I do.
Then she follows up, "I mean, you've lead this really amazing life up to now, so I don't get it."
I...yeah. I'm not sure how to respond to that.
Because I don't think it's been all that amazing. Chaotic, yes. Bordering on poverty for half my adult working life, definitely. Longs stretches of boredom in between periods of driving myself crazy, absolutely.
Not to mention that I still don't feel like an adult, despite the fact that I am (age-wise, anyway) adult-like.
But amazing?
I've never been called amazing in my entire life.
So I think I'm going to tuck this compliment away and on those days I feel really, really bad about myself I'm going to take it out and look at it again.
That's one hell of a holiday season present, that is...
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(And yes, it's as vertigo-inducing and disconcerting as you'd expect.)
I was talking to co-worker about past jobs/experiences and somewhere in the middle of the conversation she just starts staring at me.
This immediately has me wondering if I've got spinach in my teeth.
Then she says to me, "How on earth did someone like you end up here?"
Keep in mind, I still work at the Jolly Green Giant, which means everyone (and I do mean everyone) has more industry experience and formal science education than I do.
So I can feel myself tensing, getting ready to defend my right to actually have the job I do.
Then she follows up, "I mean, you've lead this really amazing life up to now, so I don't get it."
I...yeah. I'm not sure how to respond to that.
Because I don't think it's been all that amazing. Chaotic, yes. Bordering on poverty for half my adult working life, definitely. Longs stretches of boredom in between periods of driving myself crazy, absolutely.
Not to mention that I still don't feel like an adult, despite the fact that I am (age-wise, anyway) adult-like.
But amazing?
I've never been called amazing in my entire life.
So I think I'm going to tuck this compliment away and on those days I feel really, really bad about myself I'm going to take it out and look at it again.
That's one hell of a holiday season present, that is...
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