I was never a judgmental person when it comes to people I have never come across before, let alone construct a few words of conversation. I do my judgments after getting to know them better and let them have a taste of my dry humor beforehand.
Now, it's a different situation altogether. In front of my work station, there's a man who reeks of body odour mingled with strong nicotine smell. Every time he comes in after a smoke, I nearly puke of disgust. I had a hard time of keeping my face straight so it won't be too noticeable of my dislike. I couldn't even lean towards my monitor without getting a full dose of his smell.
It's like heaven smiles at me when he's not in (mostly he isn't) and I can't wait to move out. Our place needs to reno before we can settle in. Because I have this problem, when I start to dislike a somebody, everything about him can be impossible. Like now, I can't stand his voice or the way he speaks, especially on the phone. He sounds so, gatal-ish. If he says something to me, I would just nod and give a polite smile, a way of saying I'm not that interested in what he has to say.
Cruel, I know. I pray that I can survive all of this without hurting anyone, particularly him. That would be beneath of me.
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