I don’t post too much about work, because, well, it’s a downer (B-oring).  And it’s unprofessional, I believe, to tell tales on the place and people I work with.  And if I don’t go all unprofessional on you and tell those tales, I wouldn't have much to write about.  So I've pretty much been avoiding the subject entirely.  But I can share this with you, since its about me:
I did the tombstone whistle today at work.  
| If this were my job, or something along these lines at least, it wouldn't have been awkward. My job is nothing like this. Ergo, the awkwardness... | 
It was awkward because I was right in the middle of the floor I work on, in my cubicle, surrounded by a good 90 other people in their cubicles.  They were doing work, talking on phones and making important things happen.  I was waiting for an email that would provide me with a sliver of something productive to do… and waiting… and waiting… When suddenly, it seemed like a grand idea to practice my tombstone whistle.  Pretty much right as someone walked by my desk.  Didn’t even faze him.  I still can’t figure out why I don’t have friends here yet…
Forgetting other people can see/hear me,
TFW
 
 
 
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