a little unnerved..

I'm a shy, quiet girl. I like to think of myself as an observer, a people-watcher. Until you get to know me, I really don't talk all that much. I don't like attention. I was recently told by a co-worker (who I consider a friend) that some people think, because I'm quiet, that I'm better than everyone else.

What?!

Apparently when someone is quiet by nature and doesn't say a lot, it means that they are stuck-up and "above" everyone else. Hello! I've spent the last 23, almost 24, years listening to people when they talk to me. I do as I'm told at work, although since some of the higher-ups actually listen to me now, I do make my voice heard from time to time. I don't cause drama, one of the main reasons I don't date anyone that I work with. Which begs for another conversation.

What part of "I don't date people I work with" do the people I work with not understand?

Not to sound like I'm bragging, but I've had several people come up to me at work and say that so and so is interested, but "because of your policy, he knows he doesn't have a chance". (And even if I didn't have this policy, these guys are soooo off my radar anyway..) I don't usually buckle under pressure too much, and this is one area where I won't. I know the kind of drama it can cause. But fast foward 2 or 3 weeks or months later, and if the subject of dating comes up, someone will say "Oh, no. Amie doesn't date guys she works with. She's too good for them. She's anti-men." or some comment like that. It really ticks me off. I mean, don't' get me wrong, I do want a boyfriend...I'm tired of being single. But I do pride myself in some of my standards, and let's just face it....the "men" at work don't meet hardly any of them.

So tonight, that exact situation presented itself. As I was leaving work, someone said that I was going to meet my boyfriend. I said, yeah sure, what boyfriend?, and just smiled and left it at that. A co-worker piped up and said "yeah she doesn't have a boyfriend. she's better than everyone else, remember? if she was a little taller and had a beard, she'd think she was Jesus".

I was livid.

I got in his face and told him never to compare me to Him, and if he was going to talk about Jesus, he better do it in a respectable manner. I think it shocked him because, remember...this is quiet, little shy Amie that is getting all up in his face.

In retrospect, he was probably doing it all in good fun, but it rubbed me the wrong way. All the times before culminating into one explosion I suppose.

It was just a hard night at work. Good thing I had an empty house to come home to. One hot bubble bath later and I was just as mellow as could be. :)