An emboldened Donut Girl, Ana Maria, egged on by her Mom Aida and myself, resulted in an assertive move today. Donut Girl demanded the New Lonely Lady turn down her radio. In what can only be surmised as a passive aggressive behaviour by Loud Lonely Lady, cranking up the tunes in only her second week on the job. Loud Lonely Lady was told her music was bothersome last week.
I'm lucky that I'm on a different floor. I'm also experiencing my own bouts of fending off passive aggressive behaviours by nameless, internal sources. I'm close to retreating into a shell at work and focusing on happy thoughts outside the workplace. The fight has been beaten out of me by the relentless passage of time. I'm a shell of my former self. A wax figurine with bad hair. The fight in me had a brief flicker of life today, when I vented to David Storey, but quickly vanished with my patented fist pump and mumbling, barely audible streams of semi-conscious protestations. The life in me extinguished to the point that Storey felt the need to take my pulse. I've been reduced to the pathetic, batty old man shuffled off into a corner, with brief outbursts of anger, followed quickly by crashes of barely conscious mutterings.
To that I end I started my Boat Maintenance Course this week. The course seems complicated as I am not mechanically inclined. I'm also focusing on choosing a marina to rent a slip for the summer. These happy thoughts are my retreat from the workplace.
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