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The roads around here are icy sheets of glass. The ten-minute drive to my day job took half an hour yesterday. And as I had my lunch in the breakroom, a library customer/volunteer joined me. This person always makes me want to run in the opposite direction and I was never quite sure why, other than the impression that she always seems really needy.

She asked me how my writing was going and then started saying that she didn't have the time or inclination do work on her creative writing, though her husband is supporting her and she doesn't have to work. (Anyone seeing the irony here that I WAS at work after a harrowing drive and I wanted to be home, writing?)

She then complained about not being in shape despite the fact that she had a home gym with a big-screen TV hanging over it. (Some of us own neither home gyms nor big-screen TVs. Because we don't have husbands that make a ton of money, and we don't make that kind of money ourselves.) Then she pulled the fact out of her ass that her youngest son is now suddenly afraid of the dark, I guess because she saw me washing my dishes and realized she only had so much complaint time left.

Another co-worker who came in halfway through asked me later if I was this woman's therapist or what.

If you'd like to hear an audio version of this rant, visit Packing Heat and listen to quickie #2.


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Feb. 20th, 2008 02:56 pm (UTC)
Her kid is probably frightened of the dark sucking void his mom creates in the universe by the sheer pointlessness of her existence.
Feb. 20th, 2008 03:04 pm (UTC)

I always suspect I'm a little too nice. But then I've got you to set me straight :D
Feb. 20th, 2008 03:37 pm (UTC)
You win one intartubez for the veracity of this comment. Fantastic.

Feb. 20th, 2008 03:51 pm (UTC)
I don't even know you, and now I want to have your internet babiez.

How awkward.
Feb. 20th, 2008 09:46 pm (UTC)
anything I was going to say has been replaced by 'amen!'.
Feb. 20th, 2008 09:38 pm (UTC)
Oh my, favorite kind of person: the stay-at-home-spouse who doesn't have time to write. Jordan, I totally relate to your annoyance with this woman. I got this a LOT when I quit corporate world to write/edit full-time, and every single person who expressed his/her jovial envy, was married with a working spouse, none of whom would be going on food stamps if they quit working.

This woman sounds like a psychic vampire and is best avoided. Hang in there.
Feb. 21st, 2008 10:17 am (UTC)
The phrase "jovial envy" just sent all kinds of crazy twinges down my spine.

When I do use the time off I've earned at my day job and come back to a bunch of grinning faces going, "How was your VACATION?" I usually snap back that I worked about 60 hours per week. Many colleagues don't ask me that anymore ;-)
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