I admit I am one of those people who really wants to always be right (like, the question "Would you rather be right, or would you rather be happy?" is a no-brainer for me [uh, I am that jerk who would rather be right, because being right MAKES me happy]).
Once again I am led to suspect that you and I are somehow twins.
I mean, I get the general feel-good idea behind "Would you rather by right or would you rather be happy?" -- it's better to let some arguments go and stop fighting for the sake of smoothed feathers. I get that. I won't fight to the death over whether sushi is good, because that's a subjective thing and I don't need to be "right" about it. (Also, anyone who doesn't think it's good means more sushi for me, so yay.)
But I am a dick who will not let it go if someone, say, INSISTS the first line of
Moby Dick
is "They call me Ishmael." NO THE FUCK IT IS NOT. I'll argue that even though I don't like the book BECAUSE IT IS PROVABLY WRONG.
And yet, I'm not so much of a dick that I correct grammar/spelling on Facebook. That's not cool, because it's so public.
So I am a dick, far too often, but not 100% a dick.
My hygienist told me it takes six hours for the bacteria to start doing damage, so ideally one should floss within six hours of eating anything. Ideally.
I think I need to accept that I won't floss at night, ever, and try the morning thing. Working from home means I do have some leeway, time-wise, in that I'm not rushing to get out the door on time, so I can eat my oatmeal, drink my coffee, and then go brush and floss before I get back into my work. So this is my plan, because I do want to keep the teeth I have left.
Not 100% a dick is the standard we are all striving for, Tep.
I want to go home and pull the covers over my head.
Not 100% a dick is the standard we are all striving for, Tep.
I...may be a little closer to 100% than most people, though. I hoped that Tim would make me a nicer person since he is so amazingly nice, but I think all that's happened is that I am a bad influence on him.
Allyson, do people at your work know about ita? Or the relevant people (boss, anyone you directly support)? I feel like they should be cutting you a huge swath of slack right now.
But I am a dick who will not let it go if someone, say, INSISTS the first line of Moby Dick is "They call me Ishmael." NO THE FUCK IT IS NOT. I'll argue that even though I don't like the book BECAUSE IT IS PROVABLY WRONG.
I cannot let it go if someone is PROVABLY WRONG. "We aren't going to "agree to disagree", dammit, you're wrong." I remember an argument I had with a guy in high school because he was insisting that in the movie The Day The Earth Stood Still, the robot was named Klaatu, and I informed him that he was wrong, the robot was Gort, the alien was Klaatu. Well, obviously, I couldn't be right because I'm a
girl.
I hope one day he realized that a girl had beat him at sci-fi trivia. Arguments like that are a hell of a lot easier to win now, thanks to the Internet and IMDB and such.
I informed him that he was wrong, the robot was Gort, the alien was Klaatu.
Klaatu barada nikto, dumbass high school guy.
You know those days when people keep asking you to do things you have never been asked to do before as if it was a normal part of your job you should know about? And then half the normal tasks you try to do have weird issues that require you to get help from various people, none of whom respond quickly or possibly at all?
Yeah.
And I think my body has gone anemic.
