NSV and psych observation
Yesterday a longtime co-worker left us for greener pastures - he decided his job was dead-end, and has embarked on a risky but cool enterprise.
Near the end of the day he showed up in my office for hugs and bye-bye's, and announced:
"That's it. I'm outta here. The fat lady has sung."
And here's the interesting part - I immediately launched into my opera voice and trilled "La La la la!" like I always have when the fat lady comes up.
George wagged his finger at me and said "Gaby, you don't qualify anymore!"
and the others in the office piped up "Yeah Gaby - stop grandstanding!"
And I realized all those years, as a protection mechanism, I would put myself out there as the Fat Lady. Sort of pre-emptive, you know?
And now that's gone. I have to stop self-identifying as the Fat Lady.
It's been 10 months and 100 pounds. And I still haven't adjusted ... funny, huh?
Near the end of the day he showed up in my office for hugs and bye-bye's, and announced:
"That's it. I'm outta here. The fat lady has sung."
And here's the interesting part - I immediately launched into my opera voice and trilled "La La la la!" like I always have when the fat lady comes up.
George wagged his finger at me and said "Gaby, you don't qualify anymore!"
and the others in the office piped up "Yeah Gaby - stop grandstanding!"
And I realized all those years, as a protection mechanism, I would put myself out there as the Fat Lady. Sort of pre-emptive, you know?
And now that's gone. I have to stop self-identifying as the Fat Lady.
It's been 10 months and 100 pounds. And I still haven't adjusted ... funny, huh?