Just Call me Doctor Des!!
Posted by Desiree Sheets-Chavolla on Thursday, February 4, 2010
Under: Work Work Work
Can you believe I've slept most of the day and I'm still tired. My day was pretty uneventful so I'm gonna blog about emotions and concerns that have come to my attention over the last couple days, that didn't make my blog.
Just call me Doctor Des from now on!! bahahahah
The first emotion I'm gonna blog about is 'like' and 'dislike'. Liking people is pretty easy for me. Disliking is another story!! I find it pretty hard to dislike most people!!
The definition of like is; To Be fond of, you would think the definition of dislike is 'not to be fond of' but it not, it's; "To have a feeling of aversion or antipathy towards something or someone"
You come to work with the expectation that you will make friends. Then, after you work with people for awhile, they start to rub you the wrong way, for what ever reason. Then over time, while you haven't tried to become friends with that person, you find that you avoid them because you dislike them.
Originally, I believed that "Her Royal Sourness" disliked "me" because I was the wrong nationality. But after working with people on her shift, and speaking to others, I realise it's not me!!. She's a very unhappy, un-likeable sole. There are few people who find her tolerable!!
Therefore, I'm absolved from guilt over the fact that I dislike her too!! How can I feel guilty, when I'm not the only person who feels this way about her.
The next touchy subject I would like to give my feelings about is the size of a mans penis. In the last two days I have had 2 conversations with men (not friends but acquaintances) about the size of their penis.
First of all, I must have a look about me that screams "I LIKE A HUGE DICK!!", maybe it's written in man-ink on my forehead and only men can see it. Well, I would like to assure you that the size DOES NOT MATTER!!!
Yesterday, a colleague, (I won't name or shame him, because I'm a kind person) was fondling with a cardboard box. I made a joking comment about playing with "My Box", of course, He replied that "I wouldn't want him to play with my box because his penis is too small".
When did it become practice in the "get to know each other" ritual, where a man can lay a statement, like that, about the size of his penis, out on the table. If I was even considering sleeping with this man, don't you think him telling me he has a small dick would just turn me right off. I think a statement like that should be "sprung" on a girl, when she's trapped behind closed doors with her undies already off. Because then it would be too late to back out.
The second conversation, started out while my colleague (different colleague) was retrieving a pair of gloves, located in a box placed near where I was standing. (I have never said more than Hello or See ya' to this fella) The comment centered around his "Small Penis which Grows on ya".
Men must have no idea!! A vagina stretches according to the size of penis inserted into it. If the penis is huge, the vagina gapes wide. If the penis is small and skinny, well you get the idea.
Just call me Doctor Des from now on!! bahahahah
In : Work Work Work