At work? Oh, that is of the ick and the uck and the bordering on seriously crossing the line, if not right over and past it.
You're a good, kind person, creative, witty, good to your parents and a loving partner to Pete, who puts a lot of energy into being generous and supportive of your friends and deliciously enriching the visual surroundings of every person lucky enough to gaze upon you. I can't think what else your project manager expects you to offer the world, or why your project manager thinks s/he knows what Jesus expects of you -- really, you're already easily in the 98th percentile for all of humanity. I can't imagine any God looking upon you and not feeling fond and proud and a little amazed.
Which, incidentally, goes for all the Buffistas.
I can't imagine any God looking upon you and not feeling fond and proud and a little amazed.
God, looking at Jilli: I did that? Cool.
See, now that's harassment.
Per-zactly.
Kimono for your 4G iPod.
I'm very sad that it doesn't have the sleeves or the obi.
t smooches JZ
I can understand praying to be like Jilli; praying for her, NSM.
My sister's doctor offered to pray for her. My sister, being acutely non-confrontational, declined to file any complaints, but it made her uncomfortable enough that she stopped going to the doctor (it's a pain in the rear to get a new one in her plan, so when I say stopped going to the doctor, I mean stopped going to any doctor, which is bad when you're an overweight smoker in her mid-40s).
I don't recall people offering to pray for me out of the blue, but I also didn't have a single stranger pat my belly when I was pregnant, so I think I just give off a "stay away!" vibe.
I understand praying for people, even -- like Aimee said, not praying they'll find Jesus or whatever, just praying that things are OK for them.
the standard NYC "If I can ignore you, you can't bother me" response.
This is one of the great, underpublicized benefits to the iPod! "You can preach for five stops and end every conversation in this car but as long as I have these white headphones, you don't exist."
I think I just give off a "stay away!" vibe.
Ooh! I should totally get pregnant to test if mine's solid.
Except -- mine's so good that getting pregnant is rendered complicated.
See, now that's harassment.
Yeah, that's what I (very politely and kindly) explained to him. He was aghast that it could be considered harassment, thanked me for warning him of that, and said that he still thought I was a bright girl.
The developer on that team who brought his bible to code bashes and tried to get us to pray before tackling a bug? He didn't get that his behavior was harassment. Thank goodness the death spiral of re-orgs allowed me to flee the team pretty soon after.
I can't imagine any God looking upon you and not feeling fond and proud and a little amazed.
God, looking at Jilli: I did that? Cool.
scuffs toe against the carpet, turns bright pink
Kimono for your 4G iPod.
Oooh!
