What You're Doing*

*Still on the Beatles kick - maybe forever. Or until I run out of titles. Which may take a while.

It may or may not surprise some of you, but I'm a quick-witted, shouldn't-have-said-that kind of girl. Often. Way too often.

You know, once it's out of your mouth, there is no taking it back. I don't know how to fix that. The shots burble up out of nowhere and spew! Sigh and rats.

So, imagine being this way every day. Think of the people you can piss off or the people you can confuse or the people you may hurt the feelings of.

I fear I worry about it too much.

Now, imagine being the first week on the job.

I kept the beast tromped down. I stifled as best I can. I didn't swear. I didn't sing. I didn't blurt.

Well, maybe just once.

Adorable Girl Training Me: How did the demo go with the rep yesterday? I hate that stuff and start blanking on the words after awhile {a common designer trait I have found}.

Me: It was good! I could follow about every third word!

laughter . . .

ADTM: Yes, I usually let The Boy {other designer} handle the tech stuff. He's a genius at that stuff.

Me: Yes, The Boy really is. So after a while I found myself concentrating only on the rep's lips. He looked a bit like Alec Baldwin so I indulged myself.

Adorable Girl: Oh . . .

Now imagine a look on a face. A look that maybe said, "did she just say she was looking at the rep's lips? Did she just say that?"

And imagine wearing a new creamy yellow sweater from Ann Taylor that left tufts of fuzz on every surface you sat on, walked near, leaned on, talked to.

I may be worrying too much! HA and hehehe.