Diary of the Unimpressed

Then a grown up comes over and grabs you by the elbow and takes you aside and says some kind of disciplinarian type of comment. And then the kid goes off to play again.

If I was the kid who bit others (and I was) after being disciplined, I just wouldn't play the same. I'd be paranoid, because all the kids saw me get in trouble. And that grown up would still be watching, so I wouldn't feel at ease for the rest of the day. I would feel that the grown up was mean to me and I wouldn't be in a good mood and maybe more likely to get in trouble again.

Contrary to popular belief, I still feel this way today. Who's popular belief? I don't know. Perhaps everyone still feels like a child in their adult years and they just hide it better than me. But in the working world, he Boos Man is still that creepy adult watching over my shoulder everything I do.

So, today we were a;; giddy in good spirits making fun of each other and laughing at pop culture and the latest celebrity gossip. We all find it funny to pass photos of Sir Pimps-a-lot around that have been Photoshopped or found after hours with random girls, even old photos from 5 years ago when he was dirtier and creepier. So it's a good laugh. He has fun with it and even creates contests to see who can put his face on the funniest photo. One with his head on Richard Simmons is especially a crowd favorite.

So photos are a funny thing in the office. Crazy wig day generates good photos etc. Sometimes I come across old photos in our database of employees when they were first hired. Today was such a day. It happened to be of Know-it-all. Back then she looked kinda creepy, definitely young and way emo. Her husband might not even know what she used to look like. So I find this photo, and my first instinct is to send it around the office and guffaw. Like anyone else would.

Silence at first.

Then the Jerk starts laughing and Sir Pimps-a-lot says, "No way! That's no her!" I shout, "Hell yeah it is!" I call her name to see her reaction and she's not reacting.

More silence. And I realize everyone else understands already. Know-it-all doesn't think it's funny. She storms over to my desk and scream/whispers,"Damn it, why did you do that?" I laugh and say it's cute and it goes with Happy Wednesday. She says,"That is NOT funny. I wish you didn't send it around to EVERYONE!" And storms back to her desk. Everyone heard her.

So, I'm mean kid on the playground today. Everyone saw what happened. And it doesn't stop there, because next thing I know, Know-it-all has told Boss Man and he's calling me into his office. NOW everyone knows I'm in trouble. He gives me some choice words on realizing when something is inappropriate for work. And sends me back to my desk.