hi, miss me? oh i’m sure you did. you don’t have to admit it, no i would never use it against you . anyway, guess what, i wrote a post:
right, so i’m pretty much hyper conscious of where people look when i’m speaking to them, especially in meetings. well when i’m not looking down, i have this, potentially unflattering habit of pausing to collect my thoughts and glancing down or up or away when i’m doing it. i blame philosophy, but i dunno.
but i really do try to maintain eye contact otherwise. and it can freak some people out i think. i try to do my best to maintain EYE contact, rather than hair contact, or heaven forbid, eye to cleavage contact.
thus i’m usually tracking where my opponent, err conversation mate is looking. seems there is a pattern to where people look. for example one member of the ‘team’ always looks at my hair, above my left eye. is where my gel mishaps, usually happen.
today in one of my 4 meetings today, a woman kept glancing at my right shoulder. i couldn’t really see if i had a dog hair (very common) booger, 2nd head there or what, but man she was pretty taken in by my shoulder. i don’t think it was dandruff or anything, weird.
a previous co-worker would always look at my left arm, dunno what that was about.
it’s fun to notice but it can, and has thrown off my train of thought, but i’m getting better at yammering while i look around.
there’s nothing more strange than when you realize you’ve been talking and you look around and everyone. is . listening. to . you. i suppose i should be flattered but their paying attention, but it’s weird when they’re actually listening. i typically end up cracking some sort of joke or something. it’s funny how people react. 90% always laugh, 10% give this “we shoudl be more serious about this ” look. bastards.
to day i said “it would be interesting to do a short quiz, with ranges of points, that would indicate issues or problems. like a cosmo quiz, or something” big laughs from the admin and project coordinator on that one. not so much from the lead of the group, oh well.
my officemate while very nice, is a almost loud talker, she isn’t an official loud talker, but she talks as if you’re in a busy room, even though you’re right next to her, that and she talks more than she needs to, she just takes a long time and a lot of words to say something.
yes i’m standing in front of my glass house lobbing stones as i say that, but fuck it, at least i’ll drop a reference to a dirty quiz in a t&a fashion magazine while i’m yammering.
big news, i walked from the office to the train station today. it’s a mile, i think that’s 2.2 km for you non us people, maybe 1.7, i think 2.2 pounds to a kilo. i know there’s 4.3 liters to a gallon from the top of urinals. well look it up on google, it’ll tell you. i’m too lazy to. especially after walking a mile. i’m expecting the pounds to melt away b/c of this new level of activity. yeah well i can hope, can’t i?