It must suck to be a man, sometimes

I am appalled!

This morning I went into the breakroom and bumped into Adam - a workmate (developer) I have always found to be pleasant and fun to be around. He was lively, as usual, and began to engage the slowly trickling stream of people in lively conversation about their weekend plans, and how his consisted of working on the yard with a javelin-like tool in order to plant trees and how he was worried he might hurt his back, but thank God he didn't have to work out as he had this to replace it for him. Well, soon enough I was left alone with him, and I sat down by the table as we talked about his wife and kids and how raising a family is like... when Anky goes into the room very prettily dressed in a black top and lovely pink skirt. Oh how he could not help but nonchalantly yet brazenly check her out. I was APPALLED! Maybe I'm such a tightwad when it comes to it, but man, if I knew that the guy I was dating was that kind of guy, I'd seriously think twice about him. I want a man who has eyes only for me. I want to be the perfect woman for him and him the perfect man for me so we have eyes only for each other. Is that too much to ask for? Gee... well, needless to say, that kind of turned me off, so I left the room as soon as I was done spreading a nice layer of maple and walnut cream cheese on my plain toasted bagel. I was disgusted.

Another thing that kind of irked me today was the unprofessionalism displayed by he-who-must-not-be-named. Honestly, being very intelligent or good at what you do could trigger you into two different pathways: either you push yourself harder to get even better or you slack off. This person slacks off. I think he takes his intelligence for granted... granted he's good at what he does but he likes to slack and doesn't take initiative, I notice. I mean, that's fine if you slack and it doesn't affect other people. But if what you're doing involves others, please be sensitive... we all don't have as much time to play with and you could be wasting other people's time. Sigh. It was all just very frustrating. I totally respect this person, but that level of respect is seriously beginning to dwindle. Aargh! I hope it gets better.

In any case, I DO admit I'm a workaholic. I don't care how late I have to stay to finish my projects or whatever... it's just the kind of person I am. I'm also very OC (obsessive compulsive). I look and review and re-review everything I've done before I send them... and I have them tested. It may take a little more time but at least you know you're getting quality work. You get what you pay for, eh? ;)

Anyhow, tomorrow is the day my father finally arrives... 6:15pm at the Houston Hobby Airport, flying in from New Orleans. Course I'll have to drive over to pick him up. I've asked Chris to come with because I don't feel safe driving alone at such a distance. San Antonio's one thing, but Houston's quite another... besides, the real life Chainsaw Massacre happened on the highway somewhere between Austin and Houston ;) I'd hate to end up in someone's chili bowl someday...

Anyhow, I've spent a bit of time cleaning up the place today, in preparation for Dad's arrival. Looks like everything's mostly good and ready to go; books in order, nice fresh sheets... I'm looking forward to some sleepy time tonight. See you at the tracks.