I Have a Box

Posted by Moose on August 22nd, 2006. Filed under: My Brain Needs a Drink.

I used to believe I was a good communicator. If there’s a problem with communication in my life somewhere, I think, “We’ll work on it. But it’s not really my problem.”

Until we did the recycling at work.

A co-worker gave me a box. I handed it back because I already have a box for my recycling. So he passed me a different box. (Don’t my stories make you grip your monitor in terror, skimming ahead to see how it all ends?) I gave it back, explaining, “I don’t need a box. I already have one.” He apologized because he thought I told him that I did need a box.

Wasn’t that story worth every second you took out of your life? The point is, if something so simple gets confused, I may not be as good at communication as I thought. If I can’t tell you whether or not I need a cardboard box in a clear, straightforward manner, imagine trying to wrangle out a problem that can’t be solved by an extra box.

This a running theme at the moment. I used to be organized. Now I can’t ever find a pair of socks that match or get my bills paid on time. I used to be a nice person. Now I have a permanent furrow between my eyebrows from all the glaring. I used to think I could write a decent blog entry. Now I tell you stories about cardboard boxes.

Either my entire perspective on myself is shifting toward “you suck” – or PMS is starting to last two weeks instead of two days.

I’m not sure which would be worse.

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3 Responses to I Have a Box

  1. Marriage-101

    I, for one, enjoy reading about your need, or no-need for a cardboard box. Not sure what that says about me though…

  2. Catwalker

    there’s definitely something in the air…
    and whenever my brow too furls (today) – I check my RSS feed tracker and today found a treat in a (1) next to you in the feed list. I clicked on the link and saw the picture of you, looking like you just took the perfect batch of cookies out of the oven – the one you get to eat all by yourself -, in the header. That alone makes my brow unfurl! Hang in there…hey maybe cookies will help?

  3. Serra

    Cookies help everything.

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