I know someone who recently left his job. No explanation was made other than he was moving on to something different. This guy was extremely, incredibly unpopular. I almost never heard anyone say a good thing about him, and I heard plenty of people express their frustrations from dealing with him. I didn’t know enough about him to feel one way or the other. There were times when he was an arrogant asshole exerting his power over me, but there were other times when he was fantastic to deal with.
So he’s been on my mind this morning. I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to be the most unpopular person in one’s group. As far as anything I ever saw, he handled it pretty well. But I again have to stres that I didn’t have that much to do with him, so I’m not even seeing as much of the picture as others did.
When I was a kid, 6th grade being the worst of it, I was the most hated kid in my class. I was a year younger than everyone else, skinny, scrawny, weird, smart. I remember it only too well. But that was a long time ago.
So here’s this guy who’s an adult, has a family, and for him it’s almost like my 6th grade experience. Must really suck. He can’t be oblivious to the fact that he’s hugely unpopular. How does he deal with it? Does he see what he does that makes him so unpopular, or does he think everyone else is at fault?
My intent here isn’t to criticize. I’m genuinely curious. I feel sorry for him, and hope that he does better at his next place. I think he has tremendous potential, and if he can channel his aggression in a way that will let it be a tool for him instead of a negative trait, he will yet work wonders.
Other Things I’m Wondering
Why did Molly pee on the rug in the bedroom last night instead of using the pee pad I always leave for her by the back door? Was she punishing me for not getting up right then to let her out? And why did she poop on the floor right next to her pee pad during the night while I was asleep? Was I still being punished? I mean, those pee pads are huge. She has room to do all her business. (She is usually really good about not even using them, but when I get home late or while Joe’s traveling and I refuse to get up at 2 a.m. to let her go outside and play, she does use the pads.)
Why can’t Joe and I have a normal conversation right now? He didn’t call me last night, and instead of being sensible and calling him, I pouted. And then this morning I called and said, “So I guess you don’t miss me very much, huh?”
Why can’t I sleep at night when I exercise in the evenings? It’s annoying. Here I am, doing something healthy for myself, and then I lay awake until all hours of the morning. And when the alarm goes off I want to cuss at it and turn it off and pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep, but instead I have to get up and drag my lazy butt to work.
Why are cupcakes so dang tasty?