“I hate people who ask me how I am,” said one of Mr Spoken Word’s friends. “Why ask me if all you want to hear is ‘good’? Just tell me what the problem is so I can help you. Do you really care if I tell you the truth which is blah? I’m so sick of being asked that question but people in service industries have to cop it more than me.”
I burst out laughing. It was like having a conversation with myself. Or Fred for that matter as Fred is the only other person I have met who detests being asked how he is. “An ex colleague said it’s a way of opening up a conversation but I agree. If you’re not interested then don’t ask the question. I particularly hate it during business calls. Just get to the point. In any case, there are other ways of breaking the ice without being asked insincere questions.”
Mr Spoken Word and co have much to rant about as their jobs involve hours of standing around and dealing with the public. The pay is low and they are exhausted as often there’s not much going on. On the other hand, they are desperate to talk to anyone who is halfway friendly just to break the tedium which is how I met them in the first place.
Come to think of it, a former friend’s boyfriend made the mistake of talking about the hick town where I grew up in as a way of breaking the ice. In my case, the ice froze and despite my attempts to change the subject, he persisted. In the end I found him dull and my friendship with his partner also went kaput.
I have discovered that Grey One’s vocabulary consists of two words: miaow and ‘ow. Miaow is used when she just wants to talk to me for whatever reason; ‘ow is used when she is hungry.
Each morning and evening follows the same routine: Grey One will approach me and cry out “’ow! ‘ow! ‘ow!” She will ‘ow until she has something to eat. If it takes twenty ‘ows then so be it. She will also raise her voice so the ‘ows start to resemble a baby’s cry (a fact mentioned in many of my cat books).
Like me, she hates sausages and rice. But unlike me, she will eat them if she’s hungry enough. Smart girl.
Now that I no longer work in the CBD or near an ATM for that matter, I have to do my CBD stuff after work. So I was rushing from the ATM to Kinokuniya when an Asian lady tried to stop me by shoving a flyer in front of me. As I can't read or speak Mandarin I kept going, only to have her follow me and continue talking to me in Mandarin. Finally I told her to go away (not that she probably understood). I felt like saying just because I'm Asian doesn't mean I can understand you. I mean, come on, how many Asian languages are there? Dozens. And, in any case, we are in Australia so who says I can speak an Asian language anyway? Stupid.
Following from my previous post, I really am not in the mood for any more passive aggressiveness. I feel like I am ready to explode at any moment, particularly when the person who set me off yesterday is near me right now.