Who am I? No, WHO ARE YOU?

Yesterday was soo trying at work. Around 10am our internet/server decided to consider suicide because the rainbow had been enough quit. Have you ever really considered your dependence on the internet? I think we all learned yesterday that we (as people) don’t function well without the ability to be distracted by facebook, YouTube, or Twitter. People were literally walking around trying to find something to do because without the internet, we clearly couldn’t do anything!

So after sitting around twiddling my thumbs (read: cleaning up my desk, attempting to do work that I thought didn’t require access but realizing that 99.1% of my work relies on internet/server connectivity), I decided to get up and walk around. Actually, I only stayed at work because I wanted to go to spin and happy hour with my co-workers. I bounced early and decided to spin on my own and that I’d meet them at the bar since it was next door. I didn’t get to actually work out but that’s another story for another day.

Fast forward to happy hour. After a few rounds of apps and drinks, everyone was having a good time. We established that the two awkward acting folks were indeed a couple and though they are trying to not say it, getting up from the table at the same time and saying “we have to go home now” pretty much tells all. Anywho, while I ventured down to the other end of the table, some pleasantly plump chick took a seat next to mine. People seemed to know her. And since I don’t know everyone at the company, I just figured I’d meet her when I returned to my seat. I wrapped up my convo and went back to my seat. Now, this chick looked like the type to have 100 cats at home and limited social skills. She was bragging about how she has her bosses trained to bring her back stuff from their trips if she really had them, she’d be GOING on some of these trips so I just sat and listened. Then she turned to me and said “ Oh who do you know, you don’t work at (name of company)”. My guess is that she was probably singing "one of these things is not like the other" in her head too.

My response: “well I have this badge that grants me access….so I’d say that I do. “
She proceeds to say that she’s never seen me and just assumed that I knew someone at the table. Now, there are like 5 black people in our whole damn office. And no, we’ve never met, but everyone at the table works together so why would you assume that I didn’t? I listened as some folks tried to smooth it over, saying well she changed her hair, maybe that’s why chunkiness didn’t recognize me. I didn’t really care, actually her being embarrassed at how convinced she was that I didn’t work there was enough for me.