Hey there everyone! Been a while since I, uhh… graced you with my presence? Ok, graced might not be the right word to use but that’s ok.
I work in a closed office setting in my little cubicle downstairs on the bottom floor with the rest of my team members and of course, our boss. I’ve only been doing the job for a little while, but going from a large call center to secluded area with a small number of co-worker’s around was nice. It gives you more opportunities to get to know your co-workers and ask them for help with things you don’t quite understand. I currently sit beside a very intelligent woman who has never said she couldn’t help me, even if she’s swamped with her own work.
Our team is part of a larger division and we knew one day we’d be summoned from our little cave in the basement to join the rest of the division on the top floor. That means we’d all be moving desks and so, our boss went through our new seating assignments. Thankfully, I’ll be sitting next to my helpful friend again. Our boss cleverly put me away from any hallway or commonly used paths by other employees. I have a tendency to always look when someone passes behind me, so she figured I wouldn’t be so distracted there.
Another co-worker asked why we were arranged the way we were. In reference to me, she said the main reason why I was placed beside someone with more expertise would be so that I could ask a lot of questions. I told her that putting me beside the person I’m sitting beside now was nice because she was the one I asked the most questions to. Without missing a beat, that co-worker turned to the group and said “that’s not true, the person you ask the most questions to is yourself.” Thankfully, I also had a good sense of humor and had a good laugh with the rest of the group and admitted she was probably right.
There’s no probably about it. Ask my wife, it’s a fact that I have more conversations with myself in the run of a day than I do with anyone else, her included. To be fair though, having to listen to me talk to myself on a constant basis, I’m sure that she needs a break from the sound of my voice! I talk to myself to the point that sometimes my wife thinks my father is over because we sound so much alike. My father says I should make sure anyone who hears me talk about this knows that I get it from my Mother’s side, haha. I’ll even have some nighttime rants (apparently) and I’m sure that means I’m talking to myself as well.
I always find that talking myself through a problem helps me get to a solution faster. I can play both sides of the conversation and hell, even argue with myself to the point I don’t know which side is right! I guess maybe I’m crazy or something, I don’t know. All I can say is that it’s a part of me that will probably never go away, sorry babe!
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