2 1/2 hours of sexual harassment training?

Hey cutie, wanna practice?

After all, you don't want to do it wrong, do you?

After all, you don't want to do it wrong, do you?

Plus with 2 1/2 hours they should have enough time to teach you all the cutting-edge harassment techniques.

2 1/2 hours of sexual harassment training? Really? Just kill me now.

That sounds horrific. Also, I am sure they meant to say training on how to deal with sexual harassment... right now, it sounds a little as if they will be producing a staff full of harrassers.

Thanks Trudy and megan and ita... In reality, she is not a very self-absorbed person-- she is one of the most generous and fair bosses. When I was having problems with my cat peeing on everything, she took me aside and very gently let me know that my purse and coat smelled like cat pee without hurting my feelings. So in addition to being annoyed and hurt, I have an underlying feeling of worry that she does seem to genuinely think that she is fat-- it isn't like my old boss who was a self-abosorbed bitch who had real issues with my fatness.

Also, talking of my New Year's resolution to only eat things that are a pleasure... I just had a lovely little snack/lunch(snunch?) of sliced bartlett pear and smoked gouda on a cracked wheat cracker. Yummers.

Isn't that blindness part of the pathology of anorexia? As opposed to a character trait or flaw, I mean?

I've had this conversation hundreds of times with people who, in the course of my knowing them, do not appear to be anorexics.

I suppose some of them may have been. But statistics beg another answer and occam's razor leads me to "grossly self-absorbed" (which is far more common than any pathology I've ever seen).

Yeah, when we lived on the highway we used to get approximately one million people coming to our door asking for help. We would help them a) if they weren't actively drunk and b) it wasn't the middle of the freaking night. It was genuinely another twelve miles or so down the road to the nearest phone, so we did help people who were genuinely in trouble. And sometimes we helped people to get them to leave the property.

But I was always so glad to have the Seabiscuit with me. And lots of people never made it to the door when they heard him barking like a mad dog behind it.

He smells fine this morning, btw, but it's still a little stinky outside. Narrow escape!

So in addition to being annoyed and hurt, I have an underlying feeling of worry that she does seem to genuinely think that she is fat-- it isn't like my old boss who was a self-abosorbed bitch who had real issues with my fatness.

I'm glad she's not a bitch.

I have a similar relationship with my current boss, actually.

But I decided that, short of her behaving dangerously in regards to food, its none of my business and she's being rude to try and make it my business. So I cut the conversations short and leave.

Is M an over-all selfish person? No. But whatever it is that renders her unable to see the difference between a 140lb woman who has bounced up to 144 and one who last saw 200 a while ago is not my problem.

I've had this conversation hundreds of times with people who, in the course of my knowing them, do not appear to be anorexics.

Oh, there are tons of insensitive buffoons. But in Sophia's boss's case it sounds like she honestly thinks that she is fat, moreso than a lot of deluded people I've known, and that reeks of illness to me.

I suspect I wouldn't have so much of an issue if everyone in my office didn't talk so LOUD, which means I hear my boss having the same conversation with about 40 different people. In fact, we shout so much that I don't know the other admin's phone numbers by heart, because we just shout down the hall. Or, to be honest, everyone else shouts down the hall, but I get up and trot down to where the shouting it. Cause I don't really like shouting.