Only I can laugh at myself as much as I do. I am an embarrassment to myself. Not that that is news.
Just spoke to someone at a call centre. I like speaking to people at call centers. Their lives are misery without customers like me. I joke, I flirt, I remember their name. By not comprehending anything they say I’ll keep them for ages from the next awful call they’ll receive.
How many times do you hear a call center person say to you (at the end of it all) and with sincerity: “It’s been a pleasure talking to you.” I am so pleased with myself I am just about to fall off my perch on the high horse as the people pleaser I am. How I am going to work that into my CV/Resume is anyone’s guess.
Yes, so five minutes into the call D and I were friends. Cue (my) embarrassment: On ending the call I said: “See you”. I never say “See you”. Even to people I will ‘see’. What possessed me?
In other news: My son, on leaving the house this morning, alerted me that I have a black eye. Brilliant. I can afford to not be particularly vain but am inordinately proud of my skin which – no doubt – is why it occasionally plays up. If one more person asks me how I came by my black eye I shall give them one myself. If only to compare notes with them which one goes greenish first. Don’t worry. Such a princess on a pea I have become that it takes no more than washing my face to look like a battered wife. You can’t beat life and its vicissitudes.