Currently listening to: Because Of You – Ne-Yo
Think of it every second, I can’t get nothin’ doneOnly concern is the next time I’m gon’ get me someKnow I should stay away from, ’cause it’s no good for meI try and try, but my obsession won’t let me leave (hmm)
Preface: all eyez on me
It happened again today. Assertive dude (I haven’t given him a name yet) caught me outside, but luckily, I was speed walking—my best defense against unwanted interactions. As we crossed paths, he locked eyes with me and said, “Hello,” like he had been waiting for me, anticipating the moment. His voice carried a familiarity that made my skin crawl.
I managed a quick, “Hi,” barely slowing my pace as I scurried away, thankful that he didn’t try to block my way this time. The memory of our last encounter still lingered, and I wasn’t about to get caught in another awkward exchange.
Then there’s Gary—the new guy at work who seems to have an endless supply of ad hoc meeting requests with me. I get it, he’s still finding his footing, but I don’t have time for excessive small talk. At work, I’m direct because I’m busy. I answer questions, give clear instructions, and move on. But Gary? He lingers.
Our most recent meeting should have been quick—get in, get out. Instead, it felt like he was stretching it out unnecessarily, as if searching for an excuse to keep me engaged. I wrapped up as succinctly as possible, and just when I thought I was free, I took a quick trip to the bathroom. By the time I returned to my desk to chart on a patient, there it was—a brand spanking new invite from Gary for yet another meeting next week.
I had already given him everything he needed. He didn’t need me there. And yet… here we are again.
And to be clear, I don’t shit where I eat. Just sayin’.
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