So, we had our holiday party at work this afternoon. Now, I work with a bunch of men. There are two other women in the office, and I talk to them all the time, but I’ve never really gotten to know the men. Until today. And I’ve worked there five years.
I am not a real talkative person, and it takes a while for people to get to know me. Well, put me with some glasses of wine starting at 2 in the afternoon, with no husband to save me from actually talking to anyone else, and you’ve got yourself a chatterbox. Who would’ve thought. I know the wine was the primary instigator in this case, but IT WASN’T SO BAD. Talking to people, I mean. The wine was excellent.
I survived. And I had a good time. With some wine. I ate lots of food, and I think some of my coworkers think I may have been abducted and replaced on this planet. But, many of them asked me where this girl has been all these years.
I blame it on horses. Okay, animals in general. Because I love animals. Therefore, I enjoy talking about them. Well, word got out around the office that I had a horse, and everyone started asking me about it. So, I started talking, and kept on talking, and then talked some more. Eventually, it wasn’t just about horses anymore, it was about many different things. I talked about pheasant hunting! I think everyone in the office now knows about my plans to go into Nursing, and truthfully, I wasn’t sure everyone was supposed to know about it.
I’ve never really associated friends with coworkers. I think that is most of the reason I don’t talk to anyone that often. Another being, that they are a bunch of older men. They are all really nice, but they always talk about sports, and I don’t. Well, unless we’re talking the Kentucky Derby here. They have kids, I don’t. I am the youngest girl in the office, therefore, I AM a young girl, not a grown up like them. Oh, and there is the thing where my stomach gets all crampy and I get all sweaty, and turn red when I talk to groups of people. Yes, that still happens to me. I’ve just got an aversion to being the center of attention. If it’s one person, I am okay. But, when there is more than one, I clam up. Since I am making stupid excuses for myself, I might as well add that since I’ve gone on so long being the quiet girl that works up front, maybe I should just keep that persona going.
That’s no longer possible. Today, I turned the tables. Hopefully I can keep those tables turned. I think some of that wine is still making me babble, does any of this post make sense? Maybe things will get easier from now on. One thing is for sure, I am definitely a better writer than a socialist. Thanks for listening to me, if you’re still here, that is.