I am a misplaced Californian and I have to say that I don't really like looking at strangers let alone smile. Partly I think it is because of my weight that I like to fade into the background (not that it is really possible). I also really don't like talking to strangers and it bothers me when I'm in a store and someone comes to help me when i don't need help. I just like to be left alone. It is a form of solitude I guess and I like it. I think kids are different though and I'll tend to smile and wave at kids.
I'm getting better though, I used to not like to answer the phone because I didn't know who would be on the other end. If it wasn't someone I wanted to talk to at that moment or someone I didn't know, then I didn't want to answer it. It was hard to do that when I started working though because I was constantly "meeting" people via the phone through work.
If someone smiles or waves at me though, I will smile or wave back. I would think it rude not to do so. I wouldn't initiate a smile though.
Ya know maybe its that I spent so much time in Texas as an adolesent. To me, for two people to be standing in a room for 20 minutes alone, periodically walking past each other and never once pass so much as a glance to one another is really weird. What you can't see me??? Is everyone here in the OC shy somehow?? Not every stinkin' moment is occupied by an abundance of stimuli! Yet nearly every person in every instance is exactly the same. Its a culture here and no matter how you slice it, its rude.
I hate when people call me "honey" or "hon" when they don't know me. There is a gal who I speak to on the phone occassionally at work who wouldn't know me if she saw me but she calls me "honey" every time. That just annoys me to no end. It's almost as bad as "babe" which is the all time worst.
OoOooooh DNR- you and I are in the exact same boat! GNGNGNGN!! Just the sound of that makes my skin crawl and my nails itch.
Also, I have the dubious pleasure of wearing a name tag at work. My stomach hurts every time someone obviously reads the tag and calls me by my first name, like they have known me for years. I don't know, to me names are personal. Once I give you my name, I am giving you permission to use it, the name tag is just there so you know who to complain about if I'm a jerk or incompetent. But then, I did live in the South long enough to think that words like "Sir" and "Ma'am" have a use.
BTW: my name is Jen, you'all have my permission to use it. (or andoreth, since there are about 100,000,000 Jens)
Oh the Hon , Sweetie, Babe thing!!!!!! I have forever hated that to the point of immediantly correcting whom ever addressed me that way. Its especially bad if its another woman. Sooo condecending! Good one DNR!!
When I lived in Scotland, I got called "lass" or "lassie" all the time by the guys where I was temp-working (I was the only female at my depot)...even by the guys who were only a year or two older than me! I'm not sure when they would stop referring to me as "lass" as I was already 26. And I'd hear them talk about me that way too: "Give it to the lass in the office." Maybe it was because they took awhile to remember my name...
Back home in Canada, I sometimes get called "dear", but more often it would be "miss"...though once I got "Mam" and that wasn't so fun; made me feel so old!
Something else I would like to complain about: female shirts not being long enough! I have a long torso so sometimes it's really hard to find a shirt that won't ride up when I shrug or raise my arms. I find it *extremely* difficult to find tank tops or camis to wear underneath shirts or in layers because they are all too short! Argh. For sports I always get men's shirts because they are long enough for me to tuck in and still have lots of room. Perhaps when I get down to goal I'll be able to live with the shorter lengths since my stomach will be reduced (though it'll still be long), but for now it's *annoying*.
Also, why is it that at Walmart (in Canada) I can find lots of men's sport pants (i.e. way too long for me) that are the 'slippery', smooth type (you know, so the friction between my thighs is not as bad?) but all the women's sport pants at Walmart are stupid fuzzy, crappy, clingy cotton-y things that are probably the worst option for someone looking for reduced inner-thigh-friction?!
Here's my GOW. Why in the world would you choose to wear underwear reamed all the way up your a$$ as far as they can go just so people can see the tops of them above your already too low waisted jeans? Makes me want to run over to eveyone I see like this and give them a good yank. I wonder if this is a sign that I'm aging?
I love it! I am with you on that one. How could that string in your a$$ crack be comfortable? I have a friend who wears those (but they don't show above her jeans) and she says you get used to it - there isn't any way I'd get used to that. I'd be wanting to dig them out constantly.
I'd rather show panty lines than have that going on.
Lekker - I have a long torso, and a VERY low rise (I'm the one they make ULTRA low rise pants for, they sit above my belly button). You should hit up Pennington's MXM t-shirts and tanks, and also Old Navy does longer length tanks, I layer the tanks under shorter t-shirts.
I have a moan!
As much as I LOVED (past tense!!) being pregnant, I hate being asked "When is your baby due?" when I AM NOT PREGNANT and my 'baby' turned 3 in April!!
Honestly, this is a common occurance in my life and at certain times of the month it makes me paranoid that I am pregnant and just haven't realised it yet!
On one had is is flattering to me, in an odd kind of way, that they even ask. I take it to mean the rest of me looks small enough that my too round tummy just looks pregnant not fat. But it is embarrassing (for me and for the one asking) when I tell them, in the spirit of being honest, that there is no baby just too much fat.
On the other hand, I hate it because no one asked me when my baby was due when I was actually pregnant!
Does anyone else encounter this? How do you deal with it?
Perhaps I could say, "Thanks, Sweetie/Honey/Babe, but that's no baby; just baby fat?"
When I lived in Scotland, I got called "lass" or "lassie" all the time by the guys where I was temp-working (I was the only female at my depot)...even by the guys who were only a year or two older than me! I'm not sure when they would stop referring to me as "lass" as I was already 26. And I'd hear them talk about me that way too: "Give it to the lass in the office." Maybe it was because they took awhile to remember my name...
In Scotland your a lass until your 90
I loathe the remarks. And normally do the "no I'm not pregnant just enormous" and twirl off!
Oh and the visible underwear thing!!! Where did I put that diamante thong????
I'm a high school teacher and the latest??? in thongs??? Ready....JEWERLY on the back of the waist band. They WANT the thongs to show. All I can think is ouch, it's up your butt and I then take comfort in my 'granny' undies.
GOW: Why do people say, "now don't tell but" why are they telling if they shouldn't. Keep your word to keep your mouth shut!!!!
Also, don't pretend to be my ally or friend when you're talking about me and stabbing me in the back.
And finally, If you say you are going to do something....DO IT!!!
On the other hand, I hate it because no one asked me when my baby was due when I was actually pregnant!
Does anyone else encounter this? How do you deal with it?
Perhaps I could say, "Thanks, Sweetie/Honey/Babe, but that's no baby; just baby fat?"
hey, I'm still working on the concept of buying jeans that look dirty. I haven't made it to thongs yet, let alone bejeweled thongs, heh heh. (I guess the truth is I wore acid washed jeans in my day, which dates me, heh heh)
(or andoreth, since there are about 100,000,000 Jens
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, I hate being asked "When is your baby due?" when I AM NOT PREGNANT and my 'baby' turned 3 in April!!
