Month: June 2012

bookmark_borderLa, la, la, la – I can’t hear you

Posted on by Christine Elias

My sunglasses broke — my prescription fancy-pants sunglasses — Valentino, if you’re curious. I bought a new pair at Shoppers Drug Mart. They are not fancy, but they’ll do until I can get them fixed.

Because I was so distraught – and because I hate my temporary ones — I was complaining about my glasses to two youngish colleagues as we were walking out of the office after a long day at the factory.

Without thinking I said: “Yeah, they’re broken but it looks pretty easy to fix. I just need a little screw.”

So they laughed and laughed — and I realized what I said. Ha ha on me. I kinda started to apologize in a joking way since they were younger colleagues who I did not know very well and I may have perhaps – inadvertently – offended them. But they had none of it….one of them even said: “We all do”. They – apparently – like it when older colleagues lighten up. Oh, they just need to get to know me a bit better. But I tend to keep my extreme lightheartedness to myself with people I don’t know well.

I didn’t quite put my fingers in my ears and starting singing: “la, la, la, la – I can’t hear you.” But I did express mock prudishness. I am far from a prude, but I enjoy pretending to be sometimes.

bookmark_borderNothing to report today….read these instead.

Posted on by Christine Elias

A few of my good friends have blogs. Good ones. Two examples:

Michelle writes about all kinds of topics — but mostly culture — and she’s very thoughtful and discerning.

Elizabeth writes about communications, social media, marketing and popular culture.

Both are very much worth reading. So go and see what they have to say.

Me, I don’t have much at the moment. I write mostly about my life in the most oblique possible way — the PR person in me never sleeps. But there was no fodder in any of my interactions today that warrant my version of analysis.

Today I:

  1. spilled coffee on my white jeans. Just two spots — but that’s plenty on such unforgivingly hued pants.
  2. ate something very delicious and deep fried for lunch. Luckily my colleague had some Gaviscon handy. It took four — and yes, I know I am not supposed to eat deep fried things.
  3. said good morning the the unfriendly woman I see often in the elevator. I think she’s coming around.
  4. moaned about the weather forecast to all willing to listen.
  5. didn’t see my admirer who calls me beautiful — inappropriate in a work setting, but hey, I’m not complaining. It’s probably a good thing — I had coffee on me and I was feeling a bit stomach-achey.
  6. realized my hair has reached the state where it needs serious attention. My schedule — not my stylist’s — does not permit me to get it cut for about 3 weeks. I don’t own any barrettes.
  7. heard my neigbour boss around her poor husband in the hall. (They live in an apartment the same size as mine, so he can never really escape her — but I think he must like it. There’s a word for that.)
  8. almost got stuck in the elevator. The power went out just as the door was closing. I managed to stick my hand in the door to make it bounce open — there was no way I was going to be stuck in a pitch black metal box suspended in the air. The power came back on by the time I climbed the stairs to my place. But still — 3 minutes in a dark elevator would have been unpleasant.
  9. had to reset all the clocks in my place. I have three. Why I need three is a mystery and two are in the same room.