Weirded Out

June 17th, 2005 | Filed under Work

I like to consider myself a pretty laid back kind of guy, but certain things about living in Lawrence really put me in a weird head space.

For instance, every couple of weeks this woman comes by our offices at Edge (where I work), invites herself in the side door that only employees really use, and attempts to carry on a conversation with a couple of our editors and programmers. The problem is that these two people are way to polite, and the conversation lasts something like 15-20 minutes. It finally meanders its way around that the woman is looking for a job, and wonders if we are hiring. Even though they explain that we are in fact not hiring, and that the job we do is rather technical, the woman has both the tenacity and confidence in herself (which I very much respect) to claim that she is qualified in something that she has repeatedly shown no knowledge of.

I guess it just makes me uncomfortable…sure she is a little off mentally, but it just pains me to see this woman trying so hard. Today she even brought us bread…I have no idea where from, but she brought in a baguette and another small loaf. It just makes me uncomfortable.

I sit around the corner and the woman can’t really see me when she comes in the door…but I can see and hear her…I kind of makes me freeze up. I’m really afraid to get caught up in anything that she has going on because then my conscious starts to kick into overdrive and I start feeling sorry for her and trying to figure out ways that I could help her. Instead, I just put my oversized soundproof headphones back on, and pretend to ignore her.

The whole situation, not mention my reaction, well…it kind of makes me feel like a bad person.