Welcome to the Club
Work has been pretty hectic since I'm on the brink of starting my flex work schedule. It's not too bad considering I'm only hammering out 9 hours days and getting every other Monday off. I already put in my obligatory OT as a salaried employee, so the time off is actually an added benefit.
And with this added bonus, of course, comes a catch - my right eye has recently been twitching! Apparently, it's not a one-day thing since it's now been going strong for the past week or so. I feel a constant pulse in the lid of that eye and have absolutely no control when it decides to go bezerk and twitch like a crack addict coming down on their high. I know it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but besides the physically discomfort with a self-function eye, it's just plain embarrassing.
On a side note, I have to add that I take THE MAX to and from work, which is basically an electric train (aka public transportation). Don't be fooled by the glamour of it being called a "train" since the crowd, I assure you, is exactly the same as what you would find on THE BUS or in a dark alley on the 'bad side of town'. Why, you wonder, have I brought up this simple fact? Well, it's become clear that my worst nightmare has come true - I, a normal, run-of-the-mill working gal in the fabulous pea coat and no-nonsense mid-twenties career minded haircut, has officially blended in with the "public transportation crowd" where I had previously, ferociously and vehemently, tried to set myself apart from.
The Others, so we Max-riding normal people call them, are the weird, stinky, sometimes normal looking crazies that ride around town all day scaring the rest of civilized society. The Others, my friend, are the people you avoid like the plague and get up to move seats either because of smell (usually poo or BO), sight (open sores, no pants, blatant Nazi tattoos, etc), or sound (incoherent yelling, random and constant burping, swearing, or the occasional conversations with their reflection in the window...).
Apparently, my eye twitch was an immediate pass into the crazy club. I am now the person that people discreetly scoot away from. It seems like the involuntary jerk/twitch of my eye also seems to simultaneously set off a droop to the left side of my face (imagine the opposite of a smile, but only on ONE side of the mouth...), giving the appearance of a slightly mentally challenged person or someone about to have a stroke.
Only, I'm NOT mentally challenged nor am I in the age or health criteria of someone about to keel over. Either way, I look either like an angry pervert that's winking at random, or a baby-stealing pedophile when I'm smiling and cooing over cute babies and my eye goes off. Hmm, now it makes me wonder if THAT's why no one has yet to offer me and my very pregnant belly a seat on the Max...I probably look like one of the crazy women that stuff a pillow under their shirt and pretend like their pregnant for love and sympathy...hmmmmm.
Regardless of the fact that this twitch - which is also happening to ruin my reputation on the MAX - is either stress or pregnancy related doesn't matter anymore. The large toothless smile I received yesterday afternoon in conjunction to a subtle head nod from 2 of the OTHERS solidified my official welcome to the club. If you can't beat them, join 'em, right?
Until then, I think I'll start driving to work and forgo the money-saving commuting costs that the MAX has to offer. I do, considering, have somewhat of my reputation to up-hold...
And with this added bonus, of course, comes a catch - my right eye has recently been twitching! Apparently, it's not a one-day thing since it's now been going strong for the past week or so. I feel a constant pulse in the lid of that eye and have absolutely no control when it decides to go bezerk and twitch like a crack addict coming down on their high. I know it doesn't seem like that big of a deal, but besides the physically discomfort with a self-function eye, it's just plain embarrassing.
On a side note, I have to add that I take THE MAX to and from work, which is basically an electric train (aka public transportation). Don't be fooled by the glamour of it being called a "train" since the crowd, I assure you, is exactly the same as what you would find on THE BUS or in a dark alley on the 'bad side of town'. Why, you wonder, have I brought up this simple fact? Well, it's become clear that my worst nightmare has come true - I, a normal, run-of-the-mill working gal in the fabulous pea coat and no-nonsense mid-twenties career minded haircut, has officially blended in with the "public transportation crowd" where I had previously, ferociously and vehemently, tried to set myself apart from.
The Others, so we Max-riding normal people call them, are the weird, stinky, sometimes normal looking crazies that ride around town all day scaring the rest of civilized society. The Others, my friend, are the people you avoid like the plague and get up to move seats either because of smell (usually poo or BO), sight (open sores, no pants, blatant Nazi tattoos, etc), or sound (incoherent yelling, random and constant burping, swearing, or the occasional conversations with their reflection in the window...).
Apparently, my eye twitch was an immediate pass into the crazy club. I am now the person that people discreetly scoot away from. It seems like the involuntary jerk/twitch of my eye also seems to simultaneously set off a droop to the left side of my face (imagine the opposite of a smile, but only on ONE side of the mouth...), giving the appearance of a slightly mentally challenged person or someone about to have a stroke.Only, I'm NOT mentally challenged nor am I in the age or health criteria of someone about to keel over. Either way, I look either like an angry pervert that's winking at random, or a baby-stealing pedophile when I'm smiling and cooing over cute babies and my eye goes off. Hmm, now it makes me wonder if THAT's why no one has yet to offer me and my very pregnant belly a seat on the Max...I probably look like one of the crazy women that stuff a pillow under their shirt and pretend like their pregnant for love and sympathy...hmmmmm.
Regardless of the fact that this twitch - which is also happening to ruin my reputation on the MAX - is either stress or pregnancy related doesn't matter anymore. The large toothless smile I received yesterday afternoon in conjunction to a subtle head nod from 2 of the OTHERS solidified my official welcome to the club. If you can't beat them, join 'em, right?
Until then, I think I'll start driving to work and forgo the money-saving commuting costs that the MAX has to offer. I do, considering, have somewhat of my reputation to up-hold...
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