If only I were an X-man
Okay seriously the last 2 "boses" I have had either had a lazy eye or were cross-eyed. They are both great people and I get along with them and its probably not their fault that they have weird eyes (unless G-O-D really thought they deserved it) but its really tough to talk to them. Not because its gross, cause its not, I just dont know where to look and I constantly and mentally tasking this out and thus the conersations goes unregistered. Which eye in a lazy eyed person demands the attention, I really dont know?
posted by Tuckshow at 9:22 AM
8 Comments:
when i was in public accounting one of the partners that i worked for had wicked crossed eyes. it was really awkward at first, but eventually your eyes will gravitate towards the eye that's looking directly at you and can ignore the one that's staring off into space. it just takes practice.
10:39 AM
I think you should play it safe and stare at their mouth.
If they call you on it... then tell them that you suffer from earaches that seem to hinder your ability to hear so clearly. Let them know that you've learned to cope with it by reading lips.
Possible results:
1) Your boss feels akward over your 'disability' and comes up with a solution to talk very loudly in your presence causing an abnormal amount of saliva being thrown your way...
2) He thinks you're lying and wonders if you really just want to kiss him.
3) From that day forward you grow a certain bond being matched by no other. You're boss feels a certain closeness to you after hearing that you too were disliked by G-O-D.
Good luck!
By the way... I used to live with Alicia in Korea. I was a fan of your mail. She told me you had this blog...
6:00 PM
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6:23 PM
Hey Mike, the thing is I cant figure out which eye is looking at me. When I am on her left its the "good" one and when Im on her right its her "bad" one so now I am not sure which one is the "good" one. They should teach us stuff like this in elemantary school, the class could be called - how to deal with awkaward people that G-O-D hates in a respecable manner. That class would of probably gotten me a lower average on my report card. Non-coincidentally I got kicked out of Sunday school for calling Noah stupid, as if ALL the animals could fit on a boat.
9:42 AM
Thanks Peony Pusher, that advice was great, I kissed my first man today. I went to see my other boss and instead of getting sucked into his vexing cross-eyed stare I just gazed at his mouth (he has crooked teeth). Next thing I knew I was not looking at his mouth I was kissing it. I know why girls dont like to kiss guys with stubble now. On the good hand it was so straining on us both that I will never talk to him again so I dont have to look at his eyes again.
So is this Courtnay? Either way its cool you read in now and then. It makes my mom feel better when she is not the only one reading.
9:48 AM
Well, well. You figured me out. Yes it is Courtney. Peony Pusher is a name I've always wanted... so I use it on another blog site. I tried to get Alicia to join my site. She says she's too busy and mentioned that you had one.
Needless to say, that's what I'm doing on blogger.com. It's not my ordinary site so I'm feeling a bit like a blogger junkie.
Thanks for your permission to view.
I'm presently trying to wrap up a project and complete a report for a board meeting this afternoon.
For the last three days I've been sitting at home dressed in pajamas, eating, listening to The Supremes (to get me up dancing and stretching) and sitting at my computer doing everything but concentrate on my assignment. Hence, my obsessive remarks to your blogs.
I asked Alicia to assure you I wasn't crazy but an individual with a short attention span.
12:29 PM
Okay Courtney first things first, Motown is too upbeat for genuine procrastinating. Any type of music that has a remote chance of getting you out of your chair and giving you energy is bad. Secondly more procrastination can be done by getting out of pyjamas and getting really dressed up, I mean usually it takes the average woman 2 hours to do herself up real fancy, pretend every morning is prom day and put that much effort into getting ready. Bingo, its noon before you sit down to work. Thirdly make your daily ritual at the computer as long as possible, email, blog, view at least 3daily sites (ideas: The Onioin, Ifilm, Mingers.com) then check your email again and then you are ready to work. Its now two oclock and snack time. Be a poor shopper so that you never have snacks so go out and get some, its 2:30 when you get back. Put in two.five hrs and its quitting time. For a guy who never works I feel proud of my procrastination techniques.
What is you usual blog anyway?
10:29 AM
After years of living with procrastination I decided to end it between me and him. I thought he made me feel better... I thought he used to take my mind off other things... as it turns out, he's not that great to live with. I go back to him from time to time as he's a bit addictive.
I've gone to great lengths to seperate us. I've taken the Belle & Sebastian, the Tortoise, and the Arab Strap albums off the shelves and replaced them with the motown hits and the sunny disposition of Paso Mino.
As for the advice about the makeup and nice clothes, I have neither. I don't like long showers and misty bathrooms in fear of prune skin...
Oh... gotta run... I didn't realize it was this late! I'm taking out the Turkish for a night of fun in London town. I'm afraid they'll be disappointed!
By blog is on livejournal.com. Search for gardengoddess. I know... it's a funny name... there's a story behind it I swear!
Don't judge me too early. I'm still new to the blog scene!
8:51 PM
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