I’m going back some day…
…to Blue Bayou. You guys in?
I’m making a name for myself overseas…as an endearing space cadet. During another web conference this morning with Irish fellow 1, Irish fellow 2, who had been here in my office teaching me the ways of the online system for the journal, came in (to the office in Ireland). You may or may not remember Irish fellow 2 from a previous post: when it was time for him to leave, I enthusiastically offered him a ride to the train station, and then as we were pulling out of the hospital parking lot I realized I had no idea where the train station was. Turned out fine, we had a nice chat while we wound about town in my new Grace.
Anyway, during the conference, Irish fellow 1 says to me, "Irish fellow 2 just came in, do you want to say hi?" I say, "Sure. Hello." Speaker phone. Irish fellow 2 says, "Hi, Sara. I guess you found your way back to the hospital ok. How’s your new car?" I blush a little, laugh and say, "Yes, I found my way back. The new car’s good, though a bit dirty." Irish fellows 1 and 2 laugh. Hm, I see the scenario is known outside the main stage. Conversation carries then ends. I say to Irish fellow 1, "That was pretty funny" and explain what happened when Irish fellow 2 was here. Irish fellow 1 says, "Yeah, he just told me about that yesterday." Hm. We laugh.
There is the kind of laughter in such a situation that feels uncomfortable and leaves me red and twitch-faced for days thereafter. This was not that kind of laughter. These Irish fellows are cool, laid-back yet efficient folk. I feel comfortable like I’ve been hanging out with them for years and so I quickly move beyond the lines of formality that begin communications with new folk—which some people who hold to standard procedure find unnerving. Once you’re in, however, there is no standard. Go ahead, be informal, be frank and funny.
What’s the difference between these fellows and the other work-related people around whom I feel like the misunderstood schoolgirl freak? Nationality? Temperament? It could be there are no answers. Just the random energies of life itself, no science about it. I'm fascinated by those energies that intersect naturally, and by those that repel away in negative magnetism.
I'm not feeling very lucidly profound today, so the above stands as is. Meantime, go here to see some bad-ass pumpkin-carving.
Music today:
Throwing Muses—Red Heaven
Roy Orbison—the very best of (isn’t it all the best, though?)
I’m making a name for myself overseas…as an endearing space cadet. During another web conference this morning with Irish fellow 1, Irish fellow 2, who had been here in my office teaching me the ways of the online system for the journal, came in (to the office in Ireland). You may or may not remember Irish fellow 2 from a previous post: when it was time for him to leave, I enthusiastically offered him a ride to the train station, and then as we were pulling out of the hospital parking lot I realized I had no idea where the train station was. Turned out fine, we had a nice chat while we wound about town in my new Grace.
Anyway, during the conference, Irish fellow 1 says to me, "Irish fellow 2 just came in, do you want to say hi?" I say, "Sure. Hello." Speaker phone. Irish fellow 2 says, "Hi, Sara. I guess you found your way back to the hospital ok. How’s your new car?" I blush a little, laugh and say, "Yes, I found my way back. The new car’s good, though a bit dirty." Irish fellows 1 and 2 laugh. Hm, I see the scenario is known outside the main stage. Conversation carries then ends. I say to Irish fellow 1, "That was pretty funny" and explain what happened when Irish fellow 2 was here. Irish fellow 1 says, "Yeah, he just told me about that yesterday." Hm. We laugh.
There is the kind of laughter in such a situation that feels uncomfortable and leaves me red and twitch-faced for days thereafter. This was not that kind of laughter. These Irish fellows are cool, laid-back yet efficient folk. I feel comfortable like I’ve been hanging out with them for years and so I quickly move beyond the lines of formality that begin communications with new folk—which some people who hold to standard procedure find unnerving. Once you’re in, however, there is no standard. Go ahead, be informal, be frank and funny.
What’s the difference between these fellows and the other work-related people around whom I feel like the misunderstood schoolgirl freak? Nationality? Temperament? It could be there are no answers. Just the random energies of life itself, no science about it. I'm fascinated by those energies that intersect naturally, and by those that repel away in negative magnetism.
I'm not feeling very lucidly profound today, so the above stands as is. Meantime, go here to see some bad-ass pumpkin-carving.
Music today:
Throwing Muses—Red Heaven
Roy Orbison—the very best of (isn’t it all the best, though?)
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