4 Mar

Dear March,

Where is Spring?

I’m so over this cold weather with its freezing temperatures and rain alongside shovel worthy-snow and slap-you-in-the-face sleet. I could really use a trip to the Caribbean. Or Vegas.  South Beach would be lovely right about now. This has been a true winter for us in the DMV, something we haven’t experienced in several years. Take that global warming. Just kidding.  The only silver linings for me are telework, delays, and snow days. But I digress.

Work is perpetually brutal but that’s nothing new.  What’s new is this encounter I had with a 58-year-old coworker via instant message (IM).

I’ve never met “Francis” in the flesh. He works in another building about 15-20 minutes away from my location. However, we have conversed over the telephone and via IM. “Francis” has attempted to be somewhat flirty with me in the past but I usually deflect; either that or cut the convo short. I’ve got work to do.  Yadda, yadda, yadda. And to be clear I have to engage with “Francis” regarding work matters; thus making completely ignoring him out of the question (unfortunately).

So I guess it was Testosterone Tuesday and “Francis” was feeling particularly ballsy. He reached out and asked me how my day was going. Perhaps our telephone conversation regarding a work issue the day prior opened the door. Not sure.

“Francis” explains that he was at the gym at 5:00AM that day working out.

I grant “Francis” the obligatory kudos and then he proceeds to tell me that he’s exercising for me in hopes that one day we might meet in person. And then, “who knows?”

I tell “Francis” that I needn’t be his motivation for exercising and that the very notion of such a thing is “ill-advised.”

According to “Francis,” I’m trying to “steal his joy.” And that the idea of him and I walking along some random ass beach is his only glimmer of happiness.

Yes “Francis” has a flair for the dramatic.

I tell him that I’m flattered but not interested.

“Francis” responds,  “Interested in what?”

Really?  So now all of the sudden you’re an imbecile? Early-stage dementia setting in huh?

I say, “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

“Francis” then claims that he was only “kidding” and that I need to “stay in my lane.” Ok, old man. I told him that I had to go and closed the conversation box.

what the eff








And then you bitch out and backpedal. Really “Francis?” Stand your ground. You’re pushing 60 for Pete’s sake!

I just don’t understand some men. I consider some to be emotional terrorists. I have other recent examples but this post is long enough.

And I am beyond tired.



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