What the Gloves Don’t Say

We wear gloves all day. The diamond on my ring doesn’t protrude like you might think it would because of its high setting, because it shifts to the left. You cannot tell it’s there with my gloves on.

So there’s this guy I have to deal with everyday and I’m pretty sure I’m getting crush vibes from him. Ugh.

He is not my age. A boomer, probably. Really, dude? How old do you think I am?

For some reason, it’s bugging me. I wish I could, like, tape a family photo to my work station, but I’m sure they wouldn’t like that. I will just have to find a way to work it into conversation. As much as I’d rather not have a conversation to begin with. I’m just uncomfortable.

Of course, I could be mistaken, then wouldn’t I feel stupid. But I’d rather feel wrong and stupid than the way I feel right now. I’d be thrilled to be a mistaken, conceited dumbass in this situation, actually.

I’m pretty good at deciphering behavior. Sometimes I don’t even know how I know a thing, I just know. But I’m also educated in interpersonal communication, nonverbal language, and all of that fun stuff. So I do have a background in it, in addition to intuition. Hey, that rhymes, kind of.

On a positive note, I did get blue shirts today. They’re in a size I’m slightly less comfortable in, but that’s the size she had and I was tired of waiting. I still don’t have my label badge.

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