What To Say When There's Nothing To Say
No, really. I see by the sticky post up top we are 85 days young in this Group, and your Manager has run out of things to say.
What to do in such a situation? IRL, your Humble Host is quite taciturn, a habit developed after decades of inserting foot into mouth.
Others are introduced and say things like: "And how are the children?" I am introduced and say: "The symmetric property of equality appears to be universally applicable!"
A woman once slapped me right in the face because I leaned over close and quietly told her I wanted her to be my mistress. Truly, I meant no harm in this. "Mistress" at the time -- this was at least two decades back -- "mistress" meant something positive to me and I can't recall why.
It was not a good suggestion for her.
Somewhere along the way I just decided to shut up. My conversation these days is pretty much restricted to: "A pleasure to meet you. Beautiful weather we're having." Then I shut up.
We are locked in the jaws of winter here, which mostly means cold, dreary, overcast days with nothing to look forward to.
Oh yes...Lori and I host Christmas this year, on the 26th. But what's to look forward to about scrubbing every cranny of the house, picking-up every pile of clothes, dusting off the tops of things that haven't been dusted in almost a decade?
I think it will be fun -- my gift for the gift-pool is a remote-controlled indoor mini-helicopter -- but between now and December 26th ... what to do? More rearranging, more filling up boxes, more scrubbing and dusting, that's what.
Forgive me. This is "Good Vibrations." Wheeee! Whoopee! See the artificial smile pasted to my face?
For the life of me I just can't think of anything fun to type this morning, my feeble brain is flummoxed. A little straightening up in here, and then off to work.
You know why I go to work? Money.
Well, I take joy in the small things. Like this hangnail.
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What to do in such a situation? IRL, your Humble Host is quite taciturn, a habit developed after decades of inserting foot into mouth.
Others are introduced and say things like: "And how are the children?" I am introduced and say: "The symmetric property of equality appears to be universally applicable!"
A woman once slapped me right in the face because I leaned over close and quietly told her I wanted her to be my mistress. Truly, I meant no harm in this. "Mistress" at the time -- this was at least two decades back -- "mistress" meant something positive to me and I can't recall why.
It was not a good suggestion for her.
Somewhere along the way I just decided to shut up. My conversation these days is pretty much restricted to: "A pleasure to meet you. Beautiful weather we're having." Then I shut up.
We are locked in the jaws of winter here, which mostly means cold, dreary, overcast days with nothing to look forward to.
Oh yes...Lori and I host Christmas this year, on the 26th. But what's to look forward to about scrubbing every cranny of the house, picking-up every pile of clothes, dusting off the tops of things that haven't been dusted in almost a decade?
I think it will be fun -- my gift for the gift-pool is a remote-controlled indoor mini-helicopter -- but between now and December 26th ... what to do? More rearranging, more filling up boxes, more scrubbing and dusting, that's what.
Forgive me. This is "Good Vibrations." Wheeee! Whoopee! See the artificial smile pasted to my face?
For the life of me I just can't think of anything fun to type this morning, my feeble brain is flummoxed. A little straightening up in here, and then off to work.
You know why I go to work? Money.
Well, I take joy in the small things. Like this hangnail.
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