So, I think that the Lord is smiting me. So, I am smitten...? Is that how it works? Whatever, God is in a fight with me. My 30-45 minutes of alone time during lunch is all I have working against my brain frying while at work. I need those precious moments to relax and not have to talk to anyone. But with my awesome luck, the new lady has decided to ask to go with me to lunch everyday. Everyday. Did I mention that she wants to go to lunch with me everyday. Bless her heart (my dad says that if someone says that, they are basically justifying to themselves that whatever they say next (good or awful) is OK), she has no filter in her brain. She is on the company phone, talking to her doctor about how she doesn't understand why her feet are always swollen...because she already had her time of the month. Why can't you wait until a break time and go into the warehouse or your car to to talk to your doctor about things I don't want to know? For crying out loud. She also doesn't understand personal space. I feel like I am constantly having to back away from her...it makes me feel bad because I don't want her to think that I hate to be around her, it's just that I don't like her 3 inches from my face all the time.
One quick note. I have made it my mission to log the time it takes each day for the two girls who go ahead of me to go to lunch. Last week one of them (who writes up the time sheets and turns them into the check company) docked me for 50 minutes rather than just 30...which I was totally gone for 50. But her and her friend are always gone for an hour while Linda and I starve to death waiting for them to get back. An I am positive that they only knock themselves 30 minutes...I'm onto them like whit on rice.
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Okay... I found you by blurking... Your posts are hilarious. Very ingenius and hilarious. What intregied me (okay, I can't spell) was your sweatshirt. Are you a student/graduate of Southern Serminary? My husband (MA) and sister (BA)are students and my uncle-in-law is a prof there. Just curious.
You could tell your co-worker that you already have a lunch partner for your "precious moments" at mealtime. Then pull from your pocket a little Precious Moments figurine. If the co-worker persists, you can order a kiddie meal for your figurine when you get to the restaurant. Your co-worker might then naturally lose interest in spending lunch time with you. Just a suggestion; call me Heloise!
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