12 oct 04
So I am at work today, presumably doing something productive, and I send an email to Erika. I say, amongst other things, “I think Brandon is mad at me.”
(Note Erika does not work with me, though she used to, and Brandon is my boss, and I was persnickety with him this morning.)
(Also note to Brandon: yes, Erika and I talk about you all day long!)
I think little of this, because Brandon and Erika are not exactly the best of friends. So you will imagine my surprise when I got a call later on from Brandon.
“Am I mad at you?”
I graduated high school over five years ago! When does this crap end? :-)
P.S. This was supposed to be funny. Thus the smiley face.
Thomas / 12 oct 2004 / 9:48 p.m.
I think that is one of the hardest lessons to learn as an adult. When you are young and in high school, you keep thinking: ‘I can’t wait until I am out of high school and people will stop acting like this.’ In reality, it just gets worse the older you get. Almost every day something happens at work, where I say to myself: ‘WOW! This is worse than high school!’
Jason / 13 oct 2004 / 1:45 a.m.
high school = offering to help someone and then refusing said help when party of the first part decides to try to learn what’s going on instead of turning it all over to party of the second part.
indian giver!
Richard / 13 oct 2004 / 7:27 a.m.
It only becomes high School when both parties make it high school. I love being old and (un)wise :)
Matthew / 13 oct 2004 / 7:17 p.m.
So…
IS he mad at you, or what?
Jeez, you can’t just leave a story hanging like that.
Matthew / 14 oct 2004 / 3:10 p.m.
looks over shoulder
Just whisper it in my ear. Nobody’s looking. I promise I won’t tell anybody. Except my friend Buddy.
Erika / 12 oct 2004 / 9:40 p.m.
I’ve typed and erased several comments. In the end, I’ve decided to say nothing.