So today I am sitting in the conference room nursing my rare cup of coffee (I used to be an adict) and one of my CAD people comes in. Being as I am now a "manager" (whatever) I can't seem to shake my CAD people. Everywhere I go there they are asking questions and what not.
So I am sitting there answering questions and sipping coffee when I notice Alicia, my CAD flunky, is looking kind of down. "So what's your deal? Bad weekend?"
Now first of all allow me to pause for a moment and explain that I am pretty much the same person all the time. If not nuttier offline. So if you have read any of my posts then you can just imagine what it is like to work "for" me. Poor Alicia takes it in stride.
"No."
Ok, I'm tired and my everything hurts. So I am not in the mood for the "nothing" means "something" estrogen evasion. "Look just spit it out b/c I am going to stop being interested in about 5 seconds."
::Sigh:: (Always with the sigh) "I got on the scale this weekend. And I am gaining weight."

"Um, ok."
"Well it's been like 12 years since I had a desk job."
"Ooooooook?"
"And my ass is getting bigger! There!"
So here I realize that she is in a sensitive spot and feeling down. And I try to help. Well I tried:
"Alicia you are being silly. You look fine. Besides (here it comes) alot of guys like a chick with a big ass."
Yeah I stopped for a moment but it was obvious that the incredibly idiotic comment I just heard came out of my mouth. Imagine my surprise. "Hmm. Well I can see I'm not helping, so go take care of that quantity page and come back when you are less murderous."
Well they say it's the thought that counts. But really if there had been any thought in situations like this then there would be no need for a phrase like "its the thought that counts". I'll send her home an hour early and she'll forget all about it.
Prophet out.