Kim has always told me that she likes it when I tell her what's going on at work. Despite that, I hardly ever tell her anything. The main reason for that is that I don't believe she really cares about all the craziness I observe on a daily basis. And, I usually don't want to re-live all the nonsense once I'm home.
Tonight, though, the flood gates opened. It probably was because I had a beer before dinner and then two glasses of wine during dinner. I started with one (little) observation about a stupid little spreadsheet that I get asked to fill out weekly. Before I knew it, I'd just spent 15 minutes ranting and raving about everything that's been driving me crazy and all the changes that need to be made. I think I only paused for breath once during the whole episode.
The great thing about carrying on like that with Kim is that she's an outsider. Because she's not in the trenches with me at work, she has to take my word as the gospel truth. If I say I'm the smartest person at the office, how is she going to know any better? If I say I've got all the answers, can she really doubt me? If I say that everything that's going wrong is someone else's fault, can she dispute that? Best of all, if I want to take credit for all of our good results, does she have any evidence to show that isn't the case?
Re-reading that last paragraph, I'm now wondering why I don't unload all my drama on Kim more often. Perhaps it's because I know that, deep down, she's just humoring me. She's had way too much experience with me to really think that I've always got things figured out. She's seen me make a few too many mistakes here on the home front. Even so, it sure did feel nice to get all that stuff off my chest.
Thanks for listening, Kim. I'm going to go have another glass of wine.
This is where the magic happens.
