I’m taking a slight break from our regularly scheduled Thursday post to talk about something I did that may have reflected badly on me. We’ll get back to Cajun French lessons next week, I promise! In fact, I’m compiling a list of words to use for future “lessons” and since I don’t speak Cajun French, it’s a lot harder than you’d think!
Back to the post. As many of you know, I was at a work related conference Monday and Tuesday. Well, the first day was well-attended and I wasn’t the only woman. Yay. The second day though, I was all by my lonesome with about eight men. No, I’m sorry, none of them looked like Gerard Butler. They were nice though, so I can’t complain.
We were at lunch with the instructor and the sales representative for our region. Again, remember, I’m the only woman and one of the only two people from this area. The others were from north Louisiana (like…an entirely different state even!) and Arkansas. So we’re sitting there chit chatting over our club sandwiches and salads when the sales rep starts to talk about one of his first sales jobs.
It seems that he used to sell medical supplies to retirement homes. He was telling us how the nicest retirement home he’d ever been to was in this very small town in north Louisiana. He said what was so nice about the home was that the workers had a vested interest in the patients because they were connected somehow. I thought that was nice. Then he told us how everyone who lived in the town—and even the retirement home—had worked at the paper mill so they all knew each other.
That’s when my mouth opened and I said, “That had to really suck.”
I had eight men turn and stare at me like they didn’t know what I was talking about. I forged ahead.
“I mean, you live surrounded by the same people, worked at the same place all your life, and then you have to live with them until you die in a retirement home? What if you didn’t like the person who worked right next to you for 40-some odd years?”
They laughed and laughed, of course, but then the sales rep looked at me and said, “I never even thought of that.”
It’s something I would think about. I mean, c’mon people! You can’t tell me you’re going to be best friends with everyone, especially the people you work with. I couldn’t imagine being happy to find myself in a home with the person who used to annoy me at work. Could you imagine? I mean, what if you had a bad break-up with someone who cheated on you and you were in the same room with the person they cheated on you with? Or the neighbor who would blab your business all over town because they had a front row seat to anything that happened at your house? Or, even worse, your long-time rival for some guy’s affections? Oh, the list could go on and on.
However, it’s as I think about it now that I realize I should’ve just kept my mouth shut. I wish I could blame my extreme youth on my careless words, but um, I haven’t seen extreme youth in a long time. Instead I’m going to blame Danica. She’s the social butterfly who actually likes talking to people. Before her, I would’ve never said anything without being prompted. Ever. Yet I did and it’s all her fault!
So what have you done to embarrass yourself this week?