It's an odd phenomenon. When I look in the mirror I can see my reflection. Not always pleasing but definetly there. On a taperecorder I can hear my voice. But yet, in the real world I appear to be invisible.
I can ask people for something and they nod and smile and then totally ignore me. It can only be explained as an anomaly. I leave instructions for people and they do whatever it is they want. Even after a debate where I present my arguments and make the final decision, I find that people ignore me and do it their way. Which is fine if your Frank Sinatra but really irritating when you're staff.
It in not only my voice that is easy to ignore. They will also ignore written notes. Even when they're underlined in red marker.
Yep, I'm invisible. Not just staff but people who apparently love me don't really need to see or hear me. They can just assume what is best. Takes the pressure off me since whatever I say doesn't matter. I can save myself time and aggrevation by letting people do whatever the heck they want. Me. I'll just sit here and drink. No point leaving a comment. I'm sure you can't see this anyway.
Monday, June 11, 2007
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Someday my prince will come.
Today it occurred to me that the commoner has tricked me. He went to work in the oil patch and likes to pretend he's been banished from the kingdom. I often get calls from him expressing his desire to be able to come home but that, alas, the quest for the grail keeps him from his homeland.
But here's the truth. While his job keeps him busy for approximately 20 minutes a day, he fills his time with auction sales, naps, movies, golf excursions, shopping trips. I fill my time with weeding the vast garden he planted before he left, cutting the grass twice a week (5 hours each time), with a lawn mower that is hard to start and a push mower that won't start at all, driving aged parents - his and mine, paying the bills, while working seven days a week.
But now let's look at the terrible truth. You know that saying "fool me once, shame on you - fool me twice, shame on me." Well, the commoner has been fooling me for 28 years. Yep, 28. That's how many years I've been asking to move away. 28 years of me being the responsible one while he travels from job to job - in town to town. So while I'm here beinig the good wife, he's living my dream.
Yep, fool me twice, shame on me. So I'm looking for a prince to come and take me away from all this. I am accepting application. Please send resume with attached photo. Serious applicants only.
But here's the truth. While his job keeps him busy for approximately 20 minutes a day, he fills his time with auction sales, naps, movies, golf excursions, shopping trips. I fill my time with weeding the vast garden he planted before he left, cutting the grass twice a week (5 hours each time), with a lawn mower that is hard to start and a push mower that won't start at all, driving aged parents - his and mine, paying the bills, while working seven days a week.
But now let's look at the terrible truth. You know that saying "fool me once, shame on you - fool me twice, shame on me." Well, the commoner has been fooling me for 28 years. Yep, 28. That's how many years I've been asking to move away. 28 years of me being the responsible one while he travels from job to job - in town to town. So while I'm here beinig the good wife, he's living my dream.
Yep, fool me twice, shame on me. So I'm looking for a prince to come and take me away from all this. I am accepting application. Please send resume with attached photo. Serious applicants only.
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