The Good:
- The kids are completely over their bronchitis, and I’m about feeling much, much better.
- Last week, I did an average of 8,000 steps (~4 miles) / day. 10,000 steps a day, here I come!
The Bad:
- Beauty shop horror – got an unsolicited hair cut, which frustrates me a bit since it wasn’t what I asked for. The style is kinda cute at least, but blegh.
- “They got me working, working, day and night!” The 8 to 5 (ish) job is beating me up something awful these days. I’m barely staying awake until 9. I even fire up the Xbox thinking I’m going to get some relaxing play time in before bed, and usually end up passed out on the couch with the game going for hours.
The Funny:
Accidental Sexual Harassment
So I have this colleague at work who was born in another country. I know his name and vocally refer to him correctly. However, whenever I have written correspondence with him, my fingers almost always manage to butcher his name in a feminine way. Imagine, for instance, always typing “Shawna” when emailing or texting a game named “Shawn”.
Anyways, one day last week I had a chat with “Shawn” over work messenger, and the conversation goes something like this:
CO-WORKER: Hi T, got a minute?
ME: Hi Shawna! Sure.
CO-WORKER: Again, it’s Shawn, not Shawna.
ME: D’oh, I know that, sorry. Typo again.
CO-WORKER: Maybe you wouldn’t think I was a girl if I cut my hair shorter?
ME: I don’t think you’re a girl at all! You’re very manly in my eyes. I’m more than aware that you are a man, believe me.
CO-WORKER: … Are you hitting on me?
ME: *laughs* No, I’m just saying that I don’t think you’re a girl. It’s just a typo I keep repeating. Sorry. What did you need?
(Co-worker and I discuss work for a minute or two)
CO-WORKER: Okay, that’s exactly what I needed to know. Thank you!
ME: You’re welcome Mister Shawn, sir.
CO-WORKER: Mister? Sir? I’m not that much older than you, you know.
ME: Hunh? I was just trying to be polite, while reiterating the fact that I know your name and gender. Wasn’t implying that you are old.
CO-WORKER: Ah. But where I’m from, we call elders “mister” and “sir”. Someone my age is called “master”
ME: Oh yeah? Interesting. I don’t think I’m going to call you Master.
CO-WORKER: Oh, but I like it so much better than Mister. It would be nice to be called that.
ME: I don’t think that would be appropriate.
CO-WORKER: Why not? It’d be fine. On my passport it says “Master Shawn”.
ME: Yes but here in America, “master” has a couple of different connotations than what you’re thinking.
(He tries to convince me for another minute that it would be perfectly acceptable for me to call him Master, but I end the convo quickly. Later on that day, I have to call him up to discuss something with him)
CO-WORKER: Hello, this is Shawn.
ME: **in a sultry, sex-kitten voice with a hint of mischief** Well hello Master Shawn.
CO-WORKER: **silence**
ME: **snicker**
CO-WORKER: Um, maybe you were right in that it is not appropriate to call me Master. Because I can’t stop blushing.
ME: And now I’ve proven my point.
I sure hope my HR doesn’t read this blog …
The Work In Progress:
Got the second round of edits back for THE SUMMONING. I’m working on them, and expect to get it turned back in by tomorrow. We’ll get a release date soon after that. Hooray!
Haven’t made a lot of tangible progress on ABDUCTED last week. Took some time to look at several potential investment properties and financing options. Not sure what I’m going to do on that end just yet, but I’m glad I took the time to do some research and see what my options now.
*sighs* If only I’d been born to rich parents.
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