Protecting the vision – ch5

I stewed over the ordeal for a couple days. Having to work for a living and the type of drama that often unfortunately plays at work kept me from getting out of my cell on time to pick up something at the store before they closed at 6. I guess that added to my exasperation but also in the back of my mind I knew it also kept me from either screwing something up or making a complete fool of myself.

Why is it “co-workers” (note the quotation marks) feel it is required to be a nuisance? From talking loudly on a phone so you can hear their conversation, to interrupting you at your cell (“cube”) by just walking in, having their cellphone sitting on their desk and then walking away and leaving it there so we all have to endure their lame ringer going off and not shutting up till the fourth or sixth ring default kicks the call to voicemail, and the king of rudeness – knowing some of your co-workers don’t wash their hands after relieving themselves in the bathroom? If I would walk with latex gloves on I would be considered the freak yet the gross idiot who doesn’t wash their hands is “ok”. But I digress…

I have been thinking about Tessa and trying to come up with a way to gather the guts to ask her out for coffee after work. Really the drama involved here is that I really she would be taking “a big step down” if she answered ‘yes’ while the opposite is true in my case. But that is not the problem, see if she would dismiss with an eye roll, laugh, or a lame excuse (“my cat died…”) it would shatter the picture I have of what type of lady she is. Losing that would be devastating, but of course she would be none the wiser about the whole thing but I would be crushed. So the delay in trying to speak with her can be seen as protecting me but in my heart of hearts I know I am protecting my vision of her.