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gabbydwgFunny conversation with my sisters last night:
[context: I had wandered out into the living room at 3:30 am because sibs were being loud in the living room and I could not sleep with all the racket. I did not take my glasses with me, because I expected to go back to bed after delivering a scold, but ended up sitting down and giggling with them for about half an hour. Anyway.]
Me, peering around: I can't seeeee!
Nicole: You should be glad you can't see, because Christi just walked by you with an enormous wedgie.
Me: Oh. *giggle*
Christi: Shut up. You wish you had my wedgie.
*Nicole and I giggle uncontrollably*
At work, Nancy, whom I refer to as Ninny when conversing with myself, has been talking for the past week about how this one patient, who is Haitian, I guess (I don't know the patients; I just enter data) told her that if she, the patient, could go to school and get a nursing degree, Ninny could, too. And I thought Ninny was talking about it because it made her want to go back to school, so I was trying to be nice and encouraging. But no, she just wanted to complain (as usual) that the patient had it easy, being Haitian and black, because she didn't have to pay for school, but Ninny was screwed by being white. Her exact words: "If'd I'd been another color...."
So I've been trying to think of a proper smackdown for the next time she brings it up. Usually I just go "Mm hm" and turn back to my work, which usually ends the conversation. Only person it didn't work with was Terri, who would just keep jabbering on and on about her kids, her old job, whatever, whether I was paying attention or not.
I'm sick of working with idiots.
Oh, and I start school next week.
[context: I had wandered out into the living room at 3:30 am because sibs were being loud in the living room and I could not sleep with all the racket. I did not take my glasses with me, because I expected to go back to bed after delivering a scold, but ended up sitting down and giggling with them for about half an hour. Anyway.]
Me, peering around: I can't seeeee!
Nicole: You should be glad you can't see, because Christi just walked by you with an enormous wedgie.
Me: Oh. *giggle*
Christi: Shut up. You wish you had my wedgie.
*Nicole and I giggle uncontrollably*
At work, Nancy, whom I refer to as Ninny when conversing with myself, has been talking for the past week about how this one patient, who is Haitian, I guess (I don't know the patients; I just enter data) told her that if she, the patient, could go to school and get a nursing degree, Ninny could, too. And I thought Ninny was talking about it because it made her want to go back to school, so I was trying to be nice and encouraging. But no, she just wanted to complain (as usual) that the patient had it easy, being Haitian and black, because she didn't have to pay for school, but Ninny was screwed by being white. Her exact words: "If'd I'd been another color...."
So I've been trying to think of a proper smackdown for the next time she brings it up. Usually I just go "Mm hm" and turn back to my work, which usually ends the conversation. Only person it didn't work with was Terri, who would just keep jabbering on and on about her kids, her old job, whatever, whether I was paying attention or not.
I'm sick of working with idiots.
Oh, and I start school next week.
