What not to say.
Jul. 26th, 2008 10:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobelleI mentioned at the store where I sometimes work that I always have my old and new passports with me. One of my coworkers said, "Ooo! I wanna see!" So I handed over my old passport, the one on which I went to England. And Spain. And France. And Greece.
She looked at the old photo, taken when I was, oh, eighteen? And absolutely crushed me.
"Oh, my G-d! Look how pretty you were! You looked so exotic! Wow! That's you? You look so different!"
Coworker Two had similar things to say, but seemed to realise what she was saying slightly earlier, and halted her freefall into hell. Perhaps it was the look of increasing despair and horror in my eyes.
Two tried very hard to backtrack, but somehow, "You still have that-- you could get back to that!" doesn't really help matters. That she deliberately stopped on her way out the door as she was going home to tell me that she thinks I'm pretty and can do anything helped a bit more.
Then, as Coworker One and I are locking up and leaving for the night, my phone seemed to feel it was time to make a call I had no intention of making. I got a call back that I somehow disconnected, and had to make a call back to THAT to apologise. What the fuck? Yet more crap stirred up in my head.
Oh, and I found I'd lost the ticket to my parking garage. Whereas I was happy to pay $12 for a Saturday rate, no, now I had to pay their maximum weekday rate: $20.
I'm tired, I'm cranky, I'm in an incredibly snarky mood. I'm hungry, I don't want to put a single calorie into my body ever again, and to top it all off, my period started yesterday and I'm in pain and exhausted. And I have to get up early and go to site in the morning to put up my tent.
Just...damn.
She looked at the old photo, taken when I was, oh, eighteen? And absolutely crushed me.
"Oh, my G-d! Look how pretty you were! You looked so exotic! Wow! That's you? You look so different!"
Coworker Two had similar things to say, but seemed to realise what she was saying slightly earlier, and halted her freefall into hell. Perhaps it was the look of increasing despair and horror in my eyes.
Two tried very hard to backtrack, but somehow, "You still have that-- you could get back to that!" doesn't really help matters. That she deliberately stopped on her way out the door as she was going home to tell me that she thinks I'm pretty and can do anything helped a bit more.
Then, as Coworker One and I are locking up and leaving for the night, my phone seemed to feel it was time to make a call I had no intention of making. I got a call back that I somehow disconnected, and had to make a call back to THAT to apologise. What the fuck? Yet more crap stirred up in my head.
Oh, and I found I'd lost the ticket to my parking garage. Whereas I was happy to pay $12 for a Saturday rate, no, now I had to pay their maximum weekday rate: $20.
I'm tired, I'm cranky, I'm in an incredibly snarky mood. I'm hungry, I don't want to put a single calorie into my body ever again, and to top it all off, my period started yesterday and I'm in pain and exhausted. And I have to get up early and go to site in the morning to put up my tent.
Just...damn.
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Date: 2008-07-27 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-27 03:59 am (UTC)#2, they're idiots. Fuck them.
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Date: 2008-07-27 05:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-27 10:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-27 02:20 pm (UTC)you know I think you're gorgeous.
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Date: 2008-07-27 02:41 pm (UTC)And I mean that, because it's the truth! I don't lie about important things like that!
*hug*