Meanwhile, all I was thinking about was, well; I’ve often suspected that there were lots of interesting things like parties going on that I didn’t know about. Hearing my workmates talking about their barbecues and so on on, when we were over at B’s place watching videos Saturday night, I realised that this was true for the people at work. I guess they do plenty of stuff, while I do my own stuff (see the rest of this diary, or just defrosting the fridge or something). So I was mostly bitchy about not being invited to everything. And then there was this Moroccan (ie. French) guy who kept ignoring / insulting me even though that wasn’t what he would personally count as insulting behaviour. Like correcting my pronunciation when I haven’t been able to contribute anything for ten minutes anyhow because he’s been holding forth about how Canadians live underground and you can’t get into Harvard library without a student card (see also, my intense hatred of travel stories). What an annoying night…
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I know the feeling well. Though I suspect that in my case it isn’t mere paranoia - it’s tied up with how people perceive me. ’cause, you know, bitter and twisted people are never any fun… Still, there are some things best avoided. Workmates usually aren’t friends and are frequently not people you’d like to see socially [this does NOT mean you BB!] especially if they’re of the settled suburban couple type [ie stuff of nightmares] or they’re nineteen year old slags who can’t believe that you might ever spend a free moment reading a book [unless it’s authored by Dan Brown] and are horrified that your life plans do not include marriage and children like ASAP.
Guess it depends on what you want, Mark. Start organising stuff and inviting people if you want to do things with those people and probably they’ll invite you more. Unless of course there’s a weird single-couple dynamic thing going on, then you’re probably fucked one way or the other…
As for the French guy - ah, next time kick him in the cunt :P
[Really, who barbeques when there’s Thai?]
Comment by nailpolishblues — Monday September 12 2005 @ 6:34 pm
Did the French/Moroccan guy have long hair tied up in a ponytail, and stuff stuck in his teeth, and an ‘I’m better than you’ attitude, and did he brag about how much money he made by selling art?
If so, I’ve met him.
But I can’t tell you the circumstances, because that would probably count as a travel story…
They sound like the people I used to work with, Mark, and if that’s even a little bit true, then be thankful that you’re not being included in their poncy get-togethers. I know it’s nice to be asked, but it’s tough to come up with a non-offensive way of saying, “no, because I don’t really like you, you smarmy French git.”
Comment by T. — Monday September 12 2005 @ 8:04 pm
Pray you don’t fall into - these letters are huge - the situation of awkwardness. The one where the girl you asked out rejects your invite and actively scurries away as she sees you in the kitchen at work. Sure it’s nice to be asked, and a little better the one asking, but damn the ramifications of it not all going down too well.
I’m jabbering.
Comment by Switch — Tuesday September 13 2005 @ 5:57 pm
Hmm..Some people are real assholes. Mainly french people. I work with a french guy who can go and frenchly fuck himself for his rudeness. So, fuck him.
As for bbqs. Who can really be bothered to bbq?????!??!?!
Comment by Tash — Wednesday September 14 2005 @ 4:50 pm
LOL - great advice all ;)
Comment by Mark — Wednesday September 14 2005 @ 8:22 pm
I definitely am being left out of things - damn my singledom and lack of an obsession with getting married and going places with the ‘girls’ from work because you can see how exciting it would be to all get together and go to some bridal fair or something. Or a night out with the teetotalers…ugh…oh the good times to be had…
Comment by nailpolishblues — Friday September 16 2005 @ 11:11 pm
Jeez, that’s pretty harsh. (Isn’t BB one of the gals from work?)
Comment by Mark — Saturday September 17 2005 @ 7:34 pm
Oh seriously, dude, can you see Bourbs at a bridal fair? She’s excluded by them because she doesn’t see them anyway. The first comment stands - this does not mean BB.
Comment by nailpolishblues — Saturday September 17 2005 @ 11:44 pm
Yeah, I’m the exception to the rule!
Bridal fair? AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Man, Nails — when you come back from your holiday, we need to go out for a drink.
Fuck the work crowd.
PS. I prefer being left out when it comes to the work crowd. No, this does not include Nails.
Comment by BourbonBird — Monday October 3 2005 @ 7:19 pm