It's Just Lunch
A new person named Perky Paula has taken over for Jeepers and she commutes all the way into the city from Petaluma (which is far away, for the non-CA people).
When I was in high school I was friends with a girl whose name was also Greane and the closer we got, the better I got at knowing when I'd be able to reach her at home. At the time I thought it was magic, but as I grew up, realized the more you pay attention to the things people tell you about themselves, the better idea you'll have of where they'll be.
Perky Paula has no concept of timing. She will come by my desk, see me on the phone, working on a document, with two partners standing over me - each asking about a different client naturally, and still try to bullshit with me. I don't know whether or not I'm right, but I feel like that reflects badly on me. Like the lawyers are thinking, "Geez Green, tell your little friend to run along already - why are you hanging out with someone who's got no sense of timing?"
A few times Perky Paula has asked me to lunch. I don't want to go with her. I bitched about this to a friend, and she encouraged me to suck it up and just go to lunch. She said it won't take very long (an hour, obviously) and will mean a lot to Perky Paula.
She's right. I know she's right. It just seems ... I don't like Paula. There's nothing *wrong* with her, but we don't click. I don't know why she's picked me to befriend. Why not the secretly pregnant secretary? Or the really cool associate who's super easy to talk with? Or the quiet, helpful Asian secretary who is the only person to be able to deal with Bitch on Wheels? She just has so many options! How did I get chosen?
When I look at Perky Paula I see someone who has many cats and talk with them as she watches television. I see someone who inspires neighbors to plan when they'll get their mail so they won't run into her, lest they get roped into a long conversation with Paula.
Also it seems living in San Francisco has turned me into a tiny bit of a food snob. A food snob in training, if you will. First Perky Paula suggested we go to The Cosmopolitan for lunch. I know like four people who've gotten food poisoning there. So I let Paula know that, and suggested we come up with somewhere else. She then suggested "an Italian place" that I am telling you, is *NOT* real Italian food. It's a place where you can order a sub and chips (I don't eat subs) and they also have spaghetti.
Is Petaluma considered part of the Bay Area? Since moving here I've never met anyone who's less snobby about food than I am, but Paula's changing everything.
Paula makes me feel comfortable standing up and saying, "Hi, my name is Green and I LIKE Kraft Macaroni & Cheese!" Christ.
When I was in high school I was friends with a girl whose name was also Greane and the closer we got, the better I got at knowing when I'd be able to reach her at home. At the time I thought it was magic, but as I grew up, realized the more you pay attention to the things people tell you about themselves, the better idea you'll have of where they'll be.
Perky Paula has no concept of timing. She will come by my desk, see me on the phone, working on a document, with two partners standing over me - each asking about a different client naturally, and still try to bullshit with me. I don't know whether or not I'm right, but I feel like that reflects badly on me. Like the lawyers are thinking, "Geez Green, tell your little friend to run along already - why are you hanging out with someone who's got no sense of timing?"
A few times Perky Paula has asked me to lunch. I don't want to go with her. I bitched about this to a friend, and she encouraged me to suck it up and just go to lunch. She said it won't take very long (an hour, obviously) and will mean a lot to Perky Paula.
She's right. I know she's right. It just seems ... I don't like Paula. There's nothing *wrong* with her, but we don't click. I don't know why she's picked me to befriend. Why not the secretly pregnant secretary? Or the really cool associate who's super easy to talk with? Or the quiet, helpful Asian secretary who is the only person to be able to deal with Bitch on Wheels? She just has so many options! How did I get chosen?
When I look at Perky Paula I see someone who has many cats and talk with them as she watches television. I see someone who inspires neighbors to plan when they'll get their mail so they won't run into her, lest they get roped into a long conversation with Paula.
Also it seems living in San Francisco has turned me into a tiny bit of a food snob. A food snob in training, if you will. First Perky Paula suggested we go to The Cosmopolitan for lunch. I know like four people who've gotten food poisoning there. So I let Paula know that, and suggested we come up with somewhere else. She then suggested "an Italian place" that I am telling you, is *NOT* real Italian food. It's a place where you can order a sub and chips (I don't eat subs) and they also have spaghetti.
Is Petaluma considered part of the Bay Area? Since moving here I've never met anyone who's less snobby about food than I am, but Paula's changing everything.
Paula makes me feel comfortable standing up and saying, "Hi, my name is Green and I LIKE Kraft Macaroni & Cheese!" Christ.
Labels: Bitch On Wheels (BOW), Food Snob, Jeepers, Perky Paula
posted by Green at 3/12/2008 09:26:00 PM
3 Comments:
Haha, this kinda reminds me of a 'Trashy Accountant' who wanted to befriend me... it was weird, we had nothing in common, she hated everyone, yet decided that she was my buddy... she'd call my extension and say, "Hey, it's me... blah blah blah" and I usually had to interrupt and ask, "I'm sorry but who is this?"
Watch the snide remarks about P town! Of course, how can you take any place seriously that calls itself the "Chicken capital of the world" It might be of interest that the chicken boom was created by Russian Jewish immigrants, there's even a book about it. The old movie "The Egg and I" was filmed here,along with many others.
You're the cool girl, is what it is. You're just not used to thinking of yourself that way.
Also, I would not want to go to lunch with someone who would try to chat while I'm obviously working with my bosses.
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