OK, I lied.

I had originally said in my last post that I would post more about the trip to New York. However, a new annoyance has gotten my attention.

First some background.

I work in a cube farm. Basically if you have seen the movie Office Space, you have an idea of where I work. One minor difference is that I work in a "U" shaped area that allows some of us fortunate enough to have a negative level of privacy to see one another and get pulled in to every conversation whether we want to or not. Case in point. This is an actual conversation that took place a couple of weeks ago among my female coworkers.

Debbie: (to Janet) "What did you do for lunch? I got the pizza from downstairs, but I told them no red sauce."

Janet: "I got the pizza, too. It was fast and quick. The other day I got the manicotti with cream sauce. Did I tell you about the recipe from Woman's Day on a low fat cream sauce?"

Debbie: "No, but send that over when you get a chance. I told the guy downstairs, 'no, red sauce on my pizza'. He started to put it on there anyway to mess with me, but then he didn't put the red sauce on the pizza."

Janet: "You don't eat red sauce on pizza?"

Debbie: "I don't like red sauce. I get cheese, onion, bell peppers, sometimes I get pepperoni, but I don't like red sauce, so I tell them no red sauce on my pizza. At first they thought that I was weird, but now they know that is what I like. That is why I don't go to other pizza places because they put too much red sauce on the pizza, and I don't like red sauce. A little is ok, but too much red sauce is gross. Did you send me the recipe for the all watermelon fruit salad? I tried the fruit salad recipe that you sent to me that had all of the raisins in it."

Janet: "no, but I will."

Debbie: "The pizza was good today because he didn't put red sauce on it. He started to, just to mess with me, but then didn't do it. He is funny like that."

At this point, I am about to bust a spring. Then I am pulled into the conversation.

Debbie: (to me) "What did you have for lunch today? I had pizza from downstairs."

Me: "Did you have the red sauce on it?" (I couldn't resist).

Debbie: "Nope, I don't like red sauce."

Me: "Do you like marinara sauce?" (logical follow up)

Debbie: no answer

This is just one of the conversations that permeate my week as I am trying to work (or blog). Other topics include, but are not limited to: karaoke, hair cuts, hair styles, shoes, pedicures, manicures, sandals, shoes, skirts, why don't we have jeans day at our company.

Maybe when the time comes I will fill you in on the rest of it.

However, these exchanges made me wonder, "what do I do that annoys people? What conversations do I go on and on about that just drives people up the wall?" And then I realized that there aren't any because I am perfect (and I am 6' 3", 185 lbs, and play guitar like Eddie Van Halen).

Not much of an insight to this post. It amused me and after all that is what this blog is about. ME, baby, ME.

Peace out and God bless the hell out of everyone of you.

J