Easing away from the precipice.
May 7th, 2016
It's been a week since I wrote off my coworkers, pretty much tuning them and all their garbage out. A few of them have apparently noticed that I've been cramming my headphones in for pretty much the entire work day, since they have to yell my name ten times to get my attention for some work matter or another, but for the most part I haven't gotten too much guff about it.
That's probably a good thing, because if anyone is dumb enough to ask me why I've been doing this, I'm more than ready to let them know - and how. You can probably guess how that will go, not to mention just how much butthurt this would entail, so in an ideal world we won't have to deal with that for a good long time. Perhaps, say, on my last day of work here? That'd be my preference.
I don't really like conflict, after all, but I'm finding myself less and less inclined to bother avoiding it these days. I suppose I'm probably just getting a bit too old to really care what people think. And this used to be one of my big problems, worrying so much about the opinions of others that I would find myself almost paralyzed with fear and anxiety when having to interact with them.
No, really! Sure, I can gibber all day when I'm writing, but I don't do so good with the whole interpersonal relations thing. I still stammer and gibber and trip over my words, but ironically I am getting better about having to talk in front of people about whatever. Not flawless, but better. I managed to royally stammer my way through our daily meeting today, for instance.
But I'm getting there.