I happened to be taking a break at work and spotted one of my co-workers who works in a different department. She even goes to conventions and does cosplay, which is totally not my thing. I haven’t dressed in character since my Threepio and Wonder Woman underoos days. Well, correction, I did dress up as She-Ra when I was about seven. I know that she’s into sci-fi and superhero movies which is to what I watch. I grew up reading Marvel Comics so I know the characters.

Anyway, I saw her in the lunch area and mentioned that I saw the new Captain America movie. I asked her if she’d seen it and she ranted into this two minute dissertation about her reasons for not seeing it. This was wrong, that’s wrong and this thing isn’t true to the comics so she has no intention of seeing it. She also refuses to have anything to do with the upcoming second Avengers movie for some other strange reason, whatever. But she did point out that she would be seeing the next Xmen movie because she loves her mutants.

I should have known better, because a few months ago she asked if I watched the Marvel tv show Agents of Shield. I was in the middle of explaining why I couldn’t get into it after five episodes and she gave me the brush off. I basically got the feeling that I was an idiot for not watching and I should leave her presence.

One of the things I don’t understand is fanboy or fangirl culture. The internet was on fire when word got out that there was a possibility that The Rock would be playing the black Green Lantern. They didn’t feel that he was ‘black’ enough for the role. Or what about the fanboy outrage when it was announced that Michael B. Jordan, a black actor, will be playing a white character, the Human Torch? Or the multiple complaints of the Transformers from the movies not looking like they did in the cartoon.  If they sniff out anything they don’t like, they go ballistic.

It ain’t that serious. We’re not talking about Shakespeare’s works being trampled on, we’re talking about cartoons and comics being brought to life. It’s a freaking movie. If the color of a superhero’s uniform in a comic book movie is something you get hysterical about, then you really need to reevaluate your priorities. It’s just a movie. Sit your butt in the chair, grab your popcorn and enjoy. Besides in about five years they’ll be ready to reboot the franchise anyway.

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Cut Em Loose!

I ran into my surrogate work mom the other day and she was highly upset. She’s one of the people that are so nice she should have a halo hovering over her head. She was in tears telling me how the people in her department were using her. She’d go out for lunch and everybody would put in their order; she’d come back with all their lunches and wouldn’t get so much as a thank you. There was also some other drama going on with her coworkers, especially one in particular who I know for a fact will drain the very marrow from your bones.

After listening to her story, I gave her a hug and told her I’d give her a call if she didn’t call me. I also advised that she consider cutting some of these unnecessary people loose. As nice as she is, I’m pretty sure she won’t follow through with my advice. Whether she won’t for fear of them not liking her or not wanting to make any waves, I don’t know. I just know Sharron enough to know she’s too nice to even consider my option.

It took me awhile to learn that lesson myself. Sometimes I’m nice to a fault. Now I have no problem flipping over to the dark side and going into Evil Queen mode when necessary. I have done that. But the ‘spiritual sharks’ as they’re called aren’t complete strangers, they’re the people that are in your inner circle. That’s why it’s harder to get rid of them. Spiritual sharks don’t care about what’s going on with you or your feelings. They want to latch on to you and suck the life outta you until there’s nothing left but a dried husk.

I had a person at work I used to talk to. As time went on I noticed that he was stricken with a severe case of narcissism. Every conversation was about him and the big moves he was going to make and so on. I found myself wasting my lunch break smiling and nodding as he droned on and on about he was going to be this famous rapper and about what size speakers he was going to buy for his truck. I’m a woman, I don’t care about that crap.  Trying not to make any waves, I let the behavior continue.

The last straw came when I took off a few days FMLA time. My mother is a dialysis patient and sometimes there’s complications with the access they use for her treatment. She had to undergo surgery and I was with her. When I get back to work instead of this moron asking me what was going on or how my mother was doing, he starts again with his ghetto fairy tales. Yeah, your story about how you smuggled your buddy’s pee into the clinic so you can pass your yearly drug test for work is really interesting.

I was done after that. Now he’s the type that you have to hit in the head with a brick for him to understand that he needs to go away. I tried to be subtle. He’d ask me if I was going to see such and such movie and I’d tell him I was busy. Calls went unanswered and I gave him the cold shoulder. Eventually, he got the hint and went about his business.

Now the woman that Sharron was talking about is another species of spiritual shark. Yes there are different types. By accident, I happened to sit by her one day. She’s in her forties and every other word out of her mouth was either, drink, party, or cabaret. She claims to be as poor as the air quality in Los Angeles, her, her husband and kids, but that doesn’t stop her from carrying around a brand new Michael Kors purse, dressing in designer duds, or going out to lunch everyday. And it damn sure doesn’t stop her from begging. Can I borrow your cell phone? Can you drop me off at home? You got a couple dollars I can borrow? The killer for me was when I mentioned I dropped off some clothes and household items at the Salvation Army and she asks why I didn’t give them to her since she has a family who could use them. Ugh.. How about you prioritize your life?

There’s another shark I know of. She has a position of authority within the company. The job she has really doesn’t fit her personality because she’s the type to let people walk all over her in their baseball cleats. Instead of owning up to the responsibility she has, she wants to complain. I hate my job! They don’t respect me! Why do they treat me this way! Every conversation with her is a roll call of complaints or grievances. I really don’t have time for that!

Chances are you have people like these two examples in your inner circle. Maybe they’re a complainer and the downward spiral of their life is no fault of their own. Or they’re that co-worker who will always need a ride home, but never has any gas money. Whatever species of shark they are, when you feel them pulling you down, cut them loose. You’re better off without those users, abusers, and losers.