Today at work, it started innocently enough. I arrived, I said good morning to everyone, I got my tea. And then one of my coworkers (who delighted in unplugging my mouse from my computer to see how long it would take for me to realize it was unplugged, what a childish idiot) decided to unplug my mouse while I went into a short meeting with my supervisor. I came back, tried to maximize one of my windows back up, the mouse icon isn’t there, I go and plug my mouse back in. This coworker was (wisely?) not there waiting to see my expression. Such a jerk. When he showed up again, and asked me with this gleeful little smile how my computer was, I asked him how old he was. And then he sputtered his age and I informed him that he was old enough to know better and to keep his hands off of things that weren’t his. Oh, and then at this point, his supervisor walked into the room and laughed that this coworker got put into his place by someone half his age and thanked me for lecturing him. Ugh.
In other news, I’ve been working on new content for one of my other sites, been getting photos taken of new jewellery that I’ve made and I’ve been working on a new crochet pattern for an toddler/child’s hat… I’m pretty sure I’m going to be getting my lovely coworkers to test them out on their kids for me. Because, you know, I’m lacking in the children department – but my hat idea would look pretty darn ridiculous on me if you saw it, lol. But considering all the work that I’ve put into it so far, I’m thinking only 2 hat sizes for the one pattern. I’m hoping to make it my first ‘for sale’ pattern. Cross your fingers!
And my aunt and uncle keep on inviting themselves over for dinner. Which is super annoying, because it leads into my aunt talking to me about how nice it is that I’m working in an office job and how cute it is that I’m employed. She makes doing office work sound like it’s such an easy gig just because I’m just a girl (she even alluded to such a thing!). Do you all realize how difficult it is to bite my tongue to her regarding her own trainwreck of a son? So difficult. But actually saying stuff about her son would be such a major insult to her, because it’s just not something that’s “done” in the culture that they’re so invested in. Family is, after all, family. And we’re supposed to all stick together, no matter what. Lah de dah… Clearly they’ve never taken a biology class where you learn about cutting out the diseased part of the body… Diseased part = cousin, body = family.
C’est la vie.