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Nyargh. I am bad with interacting with people, man. Just no good. This guy, who has been coming in to work for as long as I can remember, asks me weeks ago about the Doctor Strange trailer (which I still haven't watched) and I don't remember why, I think I commented on something Avenger-y maybe? No, wait, Deadpool I think. Anyway, he asks for my last name so he can look me up on Facebook. And he does but I don't see the message for ages because FB doesn't really let you know that you've gotten a message from a non-friend, they just kind of go "hey, there's a thing, somewhere. Don't ask me to find it though, k?" Anyway, I don't see him for even longer and eh, it's fine because we've officially entered that awkward time lapse and again, not good with people.
Naturally he shows up at work this morning and hands me his phone and has me find myself on FB. I do and when I get home and check things after my nap, and I warned him the first time I don't have FB on my phone, there are like a billion messages and a friend request. I can only assume he doesn't remember the no FB on my phone thing and also no, I am not sending you a picture but thank you and also chill, dude?
Like... the fuck, man. I don't necessarily want to die alone but I'm also not really sure my immediate reaction to seeing notices should be to want to hide under a desk and wait til he goes away. I mean, it's not like he doesn't know where I work.
The first time, I swear, I thought it was just "hey, a fellow geek! We should converse later." I am clearly an idiot.
Also, not really making any rational decisions as I'm currently well into the day of my period where I look fantastically pale because I'm pretty sure all the blood in my body has been relocated elsewhere. Which means I'm grumpy and feel like death to begin with. Adding anxiety inducing things is not helping.
Man, 16 year old me would've handled this so much better. Which... is not a phrase I utter often. Or ever, really.
Naturally he shows up at work this morning and hands me his phone and has me find myself on FB. I do and when I get home and check things after my nap, and I warned him the first time I don't have FB on my phone, there are like a billion messages and a friend request. I can only assume he doesn't remember the no FB on my phone thing and also no, I am not sending you a picture but thank you and also chill, dude?
Like... the fuck, man. I don't necessarily want to die alone but I'm also not really sure my immediate reaction to seeing notices should be to want to hide under a desk and wait til he goes away. I mean, it's not like he doesn't know where I work.
The first time, I swear, I thought it was just "hey, a fellow geek! We should converse later." I am clearly an idiot.
Also, not really making any rational decisions as I'm currently well into the day of my period where I look fantastically pale because I'm pretty sure all the blood in my body has been relocated elsewhere. Which means I'm grumpy and feel like death to begin with. Adding anxiety inducing things is not helping.
Man, 16 year old me would've handled this so much better. Which... is not a phrase I utter often. Or ever, really.