So I had a minor blow-up this morning when I found out one of the time-cards had been left next door and not included in the payroll run. That I just finished. And filed the requisite taxes for. Drat.
Okay, well I said a little more than ‘drat,’ and multiple times as I stalked next door in my 3 1/2-inch heels to search for said time-card do a supplemental batch for one check. Grr.
Granted, it was more of an inconvenience than a problem, per se. But it burned my toast that the one guy who ‘adopted’ the bringing over of the late-night cards had missed it since it was made abundantly clear that it was not necessary for me or Mom to go do it ourselves. Also some of the irritation was directed at myself for being so on auto-pilot that I didn’t even notice I’d skipped his card when I was recording the check info. I honestly don’t know what triggered the realization an hour later out of the blue, but at least it didn’t come at noon tomorrow when I went to hand the guy his check and it didn’t exist!
So, anyway, I decided to get out of the office for a bit at lunch (rather than reading Chaucer in the breakroom with my leftover spaghetti) so I went to Borders and browsed around, picked up a couple of things from the discount tables, and then went to Philly Connection to pick up Cheesesteaks for Mom and I. But here’s the thing, as I was entering Borders I was just behind a couple of gentlemen and they sort of gave the door an extra push so I could catch it while still open and behind me (actually down the sidewalk) was coming another guy. Anyway, all this to set up a bizarre thing. The guy after me was all like “you gonna hold the door open for me, right? are you?” Granted, he was being jovial, not rude…I realize that the way it types makes it sound mean. But I digress, so I smile and hold open the door (which I would have done anyway) and he comes through and then moves around to the next door to, presumably open the door for me.
He then says, and this is the strange part, “I really asked you to hold the door for me because you are so lovely. Have a nice day now.” And that was it. He didn’t seem mentally unhinged, or insane, or sociopathic, so I can only presume the compliment was genuine. It was bizarre and very flattering, and I think it had a lot to do with the heels lol.
Of course, why is it that I can get left-feild compliments from total strangers but the guys I’m around regularly or at least for a sustained period of time say nothing? Is it *because* they know me that they say nothing. Do I not register? I mean, it’s entirely possible, and it’s not aimless self-deprecation or fishing for accolades. I know my favors and I know my flaws; right now there are some serious physical flaws to work on, but there has to be something redeeming about me, right?
And all that above does not mean that I’m actively looking for any type of anything right now. Still no. But neither would I necessarily turn away the attentions of an attractive male who was interested in spending time with me; in fact it would be nice, but whatever you know.
Which leads to another tangent. Flirting. What is it in its simplist form? It’s the saying without actually saying, meaning what isn’t said and pretending you don’t mean what is said just in case it doesn’t go over well with the other party. More than that its body language, eye contact, subtle moves and touches. And this is where the hypothetical wonderings come in: How do you flirt with a blind man?
Okay, so if you read my 20th year post and followed the links you *probably* can figure where this started from. But really, this part is just speculation as–leaving all other factors such a realm of possibility and reciprocated appreciation out of it–for no other reason there’s a serious distance issue. So no, I’m no longer talking about anyone in particular, it just got me thinking. How *do* you flirt without the reliance on body-language and eye contact? Even just relying on words can be dicey because without the eyebrow lifts and body-signals certain jokes just wouldn’t work…or at least certain ones in my repertoire. Which, admittedly, is probably out of date and very rusty. In fact, I can probably think up at least 10 instances I could have capitalized on over the weekend had my ‘game’ been more current. Anyway, neither here nor there, it just got me thinking is all.
And finally, the to-do list. I said I’d make a new one after a day or so of down-time, so while I was waiting for lunch to be ready I jotted down the following (which I will start on just as soon as I finish this entry. I mean it):
* tidy up living room and dining room (still wrecked from the packing and unpacking whirlwind)
* clean out feast basket and totes (just to make sure everythings clean, working, and ready for next time)
* laudry (oh the masses of laundry…this will spread through the weekend, including a trip to the commercial laundromat to wash my HUGE comforter because *yay* its starting to cool off and I can actually use it)
* assemble the bookcase I bought 2 months ago to use for tv stand and dvd storage
* tidy craft room
* sort sewing patterns (and see which ones I might actually use, ditch or ebay the others)
* evaluate fabric statch for mundane clothing use (’cause I really need to add some stuff to my wardrobe)
* sketch out 3 scrolls for Kingdom use
* make something (anything…I just need to create something start to finish, get back into the habit. I’m thinking the empty peppermint tin from Disney would make a nice Disney-themed niche shrine…)
* work on my webpages
Granted, this won’t all happen tonight, but I’m thinking between tonight, tomorrow night (around the high school football game I plan to go to) and this weekend I should be able to get a good start on things 🙂