Say Hey Kid

I wish I was smooth like Willie Mays. Or that I could hit a ball. But no, not me. Instead, when people in my office, nice and friendly people who I don't quite know yet, bump into me in the hallways, bathroom, and on the street and nicely say hi to me and call me by name, all I can utter is "Oh, hey!" and walk away. It's only moments later, when I'm all by myself again, that I remember that it's during those encounters that I'm supposed to generate friendly chatter. That's how relationships are made and where friends come from. Sometimes, I forget these things. And now I have an office full of people who think I'm brusque, avoids people in the office, and am only capable of producing monosyllabic greetings.

Being socially awkward, however, still beats being fired- a topic I probably shouldn't joke about just yet.

(yesterday)

Doctor Man: Hey, can you do me one more favor?

Moi: No.

Doctor Man: Well, then you're fired. It's pretty simple.

Moi: Awn. Fine. I'll do it. Don't fire me.

(this afternoon)

Doctor Man: Good job on those graphs you sent me.

Moi: Oh yeah? So I'm not getting fired?

Doctor Man: No, probably not.

Moi: Yes! Safe for the week!

Doctor: Well, the week's still young. It's only Wednesday.

I hope I make it through Friday.