The aggressive throat clearer at work is at it again. For about 12 weeks, she has been hacking, barking, gasping, sighing, croaking and generally eating away at everyone's patience. Today it was as if she drank a bunch of milk to increase her phlegm production, smoked crack, and had a new business plan to flesh out for all of us to hear in great detail...and then aggressively and continuously cleared her throat for the entire day at intervals of 5 seconds to 5 minutes apart. The fact that I named my blog "Clearing my throat" has come back to haunt me. It was my other aggressive throat clearing coworker who first uttered the phrase, sparking my imagination to create a place where I could "clear" out the garbage, and try to get at the heart of the matter.
The real pressing matter...AHEM...AHEMMMM!!!!...is that I need to make a plan. I'm painfully aware of my ugly history every day when I walk into my office. I'm not embarrassed by it anymore. Not like when I first announced I was getting divorced. I do feel that I've outgrown the environment. I'm afraid to make a move because I've become so accustomed to hiding out. But I sometimes daydream about looking back at this self from a new vantage point, and maybe even patting that old self on the back for doing the brave thing by leaping into the abyss.
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