Dear Neighbor,
I was going to write you a letter about how your drunken antics last night put you in the running for the Neighbor of the Year Award. I was even going to bring up the fact that it was 3:30 AM when you were stumbling about and crashing into my house, and how I was pretty sure you would just stay up and continue to drink until you got your kids off to school, because clearly you could pass out and sleep all day while they were in school. That right there probably cinched the Mother of the Year award for you. I was going to offer to stage an intervention for you, but since you don’t drink alone, I figure you’re doing ok and there is nothing really to worry about.
But then, today happened. In the harsh light of day, something happened that totally trumped your drunken interruption of my blissful night of medically assisted sleep and made me forget all about you.
I have very few rules for the people in my life. Chief among them, do not drop by unannounced at my work. That is the one place I am at least trying to be professional, and having people stop by and insist on seeing me (IE hanging out on the floor or in the waiting room) makes me look like a stalker magnet.
Sure it’s ok to have people come by and say a quick hello. But calling me first, besides being courteous, gives me the opportunity to tell you I’m too busy to chat, or when would be a good time. It’s only fair that you give me a heads up so that I’m prepared. I mean, if we have the big wigs in I don’t want you stopping by.
Stopping by unannounced robs me of that opportunity and puts me in a very awkward position of having to tell you This isn’t a good time, I’m busy, we’ve got the big wigs in, or even the truth, I don’t want to talk to you. If I don’t come rushing to see you, that might be a bit of a clue that this isn’t a good time. Hanging out for over a half hour? Makes you look creepy and pisses me off.
So if you’re going to be in town, I would love to see you. If you call me first and find out what works best for me. Otherwise you could be sitting in our waiting room all afternoon being ignored.
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