another day in the padded room

Well, I'll keep on going while I have something to post.

This morning Marjorie and I arrived at the office at the same time. We were the first ones there, the only ones there for nearly an hour. She was visibly not her normal perky self.

She apologized for the "grumpy" look on her face, she said she looks worse than she feels. I agreed with her, but kept that thought to myself. She really did look like death warmed over.

She said she hardly slept the night before, that she was up several times. The conversation wandered around for a few minutes. Somehow we got on the topic of exercise, she made a comment on my apparent core strength, but it wasn't a thing.

Then we got to me asking her, "So, how was your weekend?" And that led to a discussion about long standing frustration with her husband over long standing disagreements over some home improvement projects, and it seems to have boiled over this weekend. No doubt it has boiled over in the past. Whether or not that led to the sleepless night, I have no idea.

Evidently some things need to be taken care of at home and her husband is dragging his feet, or whatever, and she's sick of putting up with it and has started to try to do it herself.

I'm generally good with home improvements, so I was gingerly offering advice, not wanting to make her husband look bad. Consciously skirting any criticism of him.

Well. Later in the day she was asked to participate in a meeting for a project I had assigned to her some time ago. She had put it on the back burner, which was o.k. with me. There were other priorities.

Today, she wanted me to tell her she could skip the meeting. 9 out of 10 times, I would have said yes. Today, I said I wanted her to go. She was a little pissed. She went.

I felt good. It was weird, but I felt very Alpha (which isn't usually like me) for being able to tell her she had to go when she clearly didn't want to go. I felt in control.

I sensed a little cold shoulder after that. Not much, just a little.

Here's where I freaked myself out: I had sent her a totally, completely, absolutely solely only work-related text shortly after she left the office. There was "breaking news" on a project we had been working on.

She didn't respond. Not that I expected her to. Couple hours went by,and I forgot about it. Then I started thinking, maybe she really is pissed at me.

Then I got a text. I thought, 'whew, she's o.k.' It turned out to be a free text from AT&T. My first reaction was disappointment that it wasn't her. My second reaction was 'shit shit shit why do I care?' :mad:

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LaFemme;bt111427 said:
Careful. Careful. Please.

In other words, if we're in a dimly lit conference room watching a presentation, and we're leaning in close to each other, looking into each others' eyes, whispering about our budget figures, we should stay on topic. :wink:

And don't worry too much. We did stay on topic.

Maybe I'm making this into something it's not. I mean, I haven't caught her looking at my bulge. :tongue: (just to keep this in the realm of LPSG). :biggrin1:
 
In a dimly lit conference room, budget figures can be very sexy!

You know what I mean. I think you're a good man. I just hope you stay that way.
 
LaFemme;bt111453 said:
In a dimly lit conference room, budget figures can be very sexy!

You know what I mean. I think you're a good man. I just hope you stay that way.

Thanks. :smile: I agree, budget figures can be sexy, if you're on the right side of the bottom line.
 

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