The other day, I was driving, and behind me was this beautiful redhead. Since no one was watching her, she was throwing her hair back, stretching, all the personal intimate moments you do in public when no one watches. The light turned green, and I drove off. When I look back in the mirror, she’s gone. She had to have been there. Realistically, I know she made a turn, but still, for those few moments, her sole purpose was to utterly enchant me.
If I read this in the future, it’s probably going to really embarrass me.
[Yeah, it does embarrass me. –K]
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I was having a bad day at L.M. The technical writing was technically annoying, the worst kind. So, when V.M. asked me if I wanted to go get some coffee, I leapt at the excuse to get out of the office. Seriously, my chair spun a little when I bolted away. Now, I should have learned by now that whenever someone asks me if I want to go off with them alone, only one of two things is possible. Either they're trying to kill me, or they need to talk. Even at work. Especially at work. This is the pattern of my life. Why I refuse to acknowledge it is beyond me.
I thought we were just going next door to get some coffee, but V.M. offered to drive to Starbucks. Fine, whatever, I just need to clear my head. Almost as soon as we reach the elevators, V.M. starts describing his project to me. This would be all well and good, if I were assigned to it, but I am not, so as of right now, there is no need for me to know what he is describing about networking. Eventually, when they do assign me to create some documentation, then I will need to know the subject matter.V.M. goes into great detail about his difficulties and the main issue with the project. Then, he turns to me and asks for my opinion on how he should proceed. I'm sorry, half the words you just used, I've never encountered before. And I read random old school literature, so I'm fairly well-versed in obscure words. In addition, there's a department filled with software developers, and you chose likely one of the three least helpful people on the floor to ask your questions to? I have no grounding in networking, I plead to him. I couldn't even install a wireless router with a Macintosh. V.M. assures me that it's ok, he couldn't do it either.
Confronted as I am, all I can do is try to abstract the situation and draw parallels to other fields, other disciplines. And it's pretty sad, really. since it was V.M., I fell into my defense mechanism of not paying attention to what he was saying in the first place. Thus, I had even less of a clue when he described the situation, and laid it out in what I can only assume was a clear manner, that I might first understand his issue, then be able to provide my unique perspective.
As it stood, every single idea I'd had, he'd already come up with and shot down previously. And I understand that he'd merely wanted a sounding board, and it wasn't really on me to come up with the perfect solution to his perfect problem. Still, you come to the technical writer? Come on, V.M. I come in once the data's been collated, or help to collate the data, not figure it all out in the first place.
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