Small Talkin’

I used to say that I was no good at small talk. I only wanted to talk about the big stuff. I took a job as a hostess in a restaurant in college and was grateful for the chance it gave me to develop that skill. I still don’t love small talk, and I’m not great at spontaneous small talk. I’m ridiculously scripted. If I bump into you in the office kitchen or the ladies room toward the beginning of the week, I’ll ask you about whether you had a nice weekend. If I bump into you in those same locations late in the week, you can set your watch by my asking you if you’ve got anything fun planned for the weekend.

Confessions of a Calendar Misfit

It’s time to admit that I am one of those people you hear about, sometimes. People who have an unhealthy enthusiasm for office supplies.