In the circus that is life, there is still shit to shovel...
Man, I am posting here only because I haven't posted in a while, and since I like reading my own words (I suspect nobody else does, those fuckers!) I am here today. Things in my life are still rough, with my collection of physical ailments and Paula's ongoing troubles with her leg wound and dealing with Workman's Comp issues and the lack of attention from her rep at the insurance company. The only good things I have to report are I've started working more hours which in time will translate into better bill paying ability. Not this week though :o)
I got a copy of an obit for a coworker I am certain I don't remember this week, had several dear friends experience personal and financial difficulties, and got called "the resident chick magnet" by a older coworker yesterday. All things added up to interesting brain fodder. Yes, a twenty-something salesman was talking to a fifty-something salesman who sits near me about girl troubles, and the older man laughed and said he had no idea what to do to help the kid. He said "every lady in this area loves Jim, he must know something about talking to them, he is the resident chick magnet." ... I about shot Diet Coke out both nostrils ... So the kid asked me what was my secret ... I said there is no secret, but maybe start by not treating girls the way YOU want to be treated (like you are wanting to be stripped, tied down and ravaged sexually) but treating them the way you WISH your friends would act around your mother or grandmother. He didn't know what to make of that, and I told him he was an idiot.
The thing that got me was how anybody could call me a chick magnet. The funniest part was the guy was dead serious! He said he has never seen so many women be so attached to one guy in his life! Then, to make it more incredible, he stopped the next gal walking by, and asked, "what do you think of VanHorn, here?" and without even breaking stride she said, "I love him" and smiled and kept walking! I felt nice and oddly out of place all at the same time. I mean, I like being liked, but the negative realist inside me sees all kinds of drawbacks to that kind of attention. . . Why can't I just enjoy being popular? I see it as a weakness, as being treated special out of pity . . . As in even if I am the star of the circus, I still see myself as the shit shoveler . . . Let the counseling begin . . .
I got a copy of an obit for a coworker I am certain I don't remember this week, had several dear friends experience personal and financial difficulties, and got called "the resident chick magnet" by a older coworker yesterday. All things added up to interesting brain fodder. Yes, a twenty-something salesman was talking to a fifty-something salesman who sits near me about girl troubles, and the older man laughed and said he had no idea what to do to help the kid. He said "every lady in this area loves Jim, he must know something about talking to them, he is the resident chick magnet." ... I about shot Diet Coke out both nostrils ... So the kid asked me what was my secret ... I said there is no secret, but maybe start by not treating girls the way YOU want to be treated (like you are wanting to be stripped, tied down and ravaged sexually) but treating them the way you WISH your friends would act around your mother or grandmother. He didn't know what to make of that, and I told him he was an idiot.
The thing that got me was how anybody could call me a chick magnet. The funniest part was the guy was dead serious! He said he has never seen so many women be so attached to one guy in his life! Then, to make it more incredible, he stopped the next gal walking by, and asked, "what do you think of VanHorn, here?" and without even breaking stride she said, "I love him" and smiled and kept walking! I felt nice and oddly out of place all at the same time. I mean, I like being liked, but the negative realist inside me sees all kinds of drawbacks to that kind of attention. . . Why can't I just enjoy being popular? I see it as a weakness, as being treated special out of pity . . . As in even if I am the star of the circus, I still see myself as the shit shoveler . . . Let the counseling begin . . .
posted by Jim at 12:40 PM
2 Comments:
I love you too. :) Who wouldn't??
LL Cool J, let me tell you a little something about women...there are SO FEW guys who have even half the sense you have that you are like the fvcking Holy Grail of men.
FYI: LL Cool J, *is* short for Ladies Love Cool James. :)
I think that the key to your popularity with the ladies is your honesty, and your ability to remain professional and consistant. I think that a lot of the women at your workplace, and I know from experience, are used to being treated unprofessionally. Hell. Everybody there is treated unprofessionally... When they come talk to you, they know it's going to be about getting the job done with a bit of friendly banter on the side. Not politics, not creepy auto sales, Paul Jagla oggling... They know they're going to be treated like real people. That's why Brett likes you, and that's why I like you. I'm not a girl, but if I was, I wouldn't feel any different.
I always struggled with being the youngest in the department, and after you got used to me running by at subsonic speeds, you treated me better than most. After a while, I realized that you, like me, were focused on the job, not the appearance of being on the job... and that was an awesome day. That was the first day I came to you for advice about a job. Because I realized that you were going to give me real input. Not shit.
I've gone on too long. But I want you to know that the old man speaks the truth. You earn the trust and admiration of those around you... especially the women.
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