A word about human contact

I’d like to tell myself I don’t really need anyone but my husband and me, but I would be an obscene liar. Sometimes at work I get left by myself for hours at a time. During these stints of silence and seclusion, just getting up to go to the bathroom is a social event. You’re pretty much guaranteed to meet another human along the way to the place of communal waste expulsion – everybody has to use it. I always find myself, at these times, way too eager to smile broadly at someone, look them in the eye and make awkward joke efforts about how the week is going, the weather, the paper towel machine not working, etc. Sweet, I’ve made contact with the lady from manufacturing on the first floor …corporate America’s conspiracy to make temp Tech Writers fade into their firmament has not taken effect!

I started writing this entry yesterday, but my boss wanted to show me the ropes on a new system and then had me make 120 copies of a presentation. By the time could get back to posting blogs, apparently a virus was rampant in my department and wiped my internet out for the rest of the day. Ho hum. Where was I? Oh yeah, human contact.

On Monday, for the first time in at least a year, I got together with four of my best friends from college. We met at a Middle Eastern restaurant in Greenville called The Pita House (so good), got some food and sat around running our mouths. It was good times. A few of us migrated somewhere afterwards for a drink, and then we parted ways, but hopefully not for long.







On the way home to my husband from hang-out time, I felt the kind of self-confidence you get when the people you’re around are at complete ease with each other. It makes you feel that finally, there is someone else in the world who understands your humor and simply the way you are.

Thanks you guys! I hope you read this. (And you better, after I told you about it. Love the pictures? Hehe.)