Friday, January 08, 2010

Out and About

I am very fortunate to work full-time from home. I only go into the office about one day a month Since a lot of the staff travels, I don't see all my colleagues on the days I make an appearance in the office.

A couple times a year, though, we have work events after hours, usually something fun that gives us an opportunity to bond socially. Yesterday, we all went to a Boston Bruins hockey game with seats in one of the executive boxes that had a bar, cocktail tables, and comfy seats with an amazing view of the ice. Since I don't drink and I don't really understand or appreciate hockey, it was all a bit wasted on me. I wasn't really there for the cocktails or the hockey, though. I was making an appearance and schmoozing with my colleagues. Not that that requires a lot of work. I like them. Well, most of them.

Last night, I had the opportunity to talk to one particular salesman that I hadn't seen in several months. He's a nice enough guy. Truly, but he is a sad eyes kind of guy.

When I first met this man shortly after joining the company, I made the mistake of Facebook friending him. Or rather, I accepted his Facebook friend request because I didn't know how to say "no"without being rude. I got over that a couple months later when I decided to set up a work Facebook account and keep my regular Facebook account to personal friends that I know in real life and/or people I know through the online MS community. I have anorhwe special account for all my online cybersex buddies. I jest. Or do I....?

During the few months that I was connected via Facebook to this guy, he must have happened upon the fact that I have MS. As you know, it does not require CSI credentials to find this blog and I am kind of all out there and here and everywhere with my disease so I shouldn't be surprised when he started talking to me about the MS. The thing is, he doesn't exactly talk to me about the MS. He just gets the big eyes and hugs me (and I should point out that I don't work at a huggy place with huggy people). Then, he usually asks me how I'm FEELING. He says it exactly like that with the oral equivalent to capitalized italics in his tone. Well, last night he upped the pity ante. He said, and I quote, "How ARE you? It's so good to see you out and about."

Excuse me?

Out and about? OUT AND ABOUT? Am I bedridden or just housebound and pitiable?  I should mention that I think I looked pretty damn cute last night. I was a little tired but SERIOUSLY.....OUT AND ABOUT.

I did, of course, say none of this. Instead I smiled and moved on with my schmoozing, resting assured that I could say what I wanted to say here.  So...what did I want to say?

Maybe this:

"Seriously? You're pitying me? Really? Why, pray tell?  I have a wonderful job that I get to work at home. Yes, I have a disease but everyone has something and mine has a name. I live in one of the best parts of the country to have my disease treated. And by the way, I look damn good and not just for a woman with MS. So, please, do not pity me, do not give me sad eyes, and do not hug me unless you are just trying to press up against my fabulous body in which case, eat your heart out."

1 comment:

  1. Hi, Julie. Just recently started reading your blog, because I have a friend who also has MS.

    Hey... Maybe he was just trying to press up against your fabulous body, but thought he needed an excuse. :-)

    Actually, my first thought when I read your rendition of his greeting was that he must feel awfully insecure about something, maybe even insecure about your disease. I don't know. I think his comment deserved at least a puzzled, what's-your-damage-heather look, followed by: "Huh? I get out plenty."