Revelation

Hello again. Tonight I had the weirdo at work avoid me all night long, except the time I was listening to a coworker's instructions. He had to tell me I looked so deep in thought, yeah, it's called listening. Later, he stopped by to tell my coworker how boring Saturdays are and that I was banging my head against the counter from boredom last night. Yeah right, he is the one who can't handle boredom. Then while playing solitaire on my cell phone, he comes up next to me, breathing in my ear, to ask if I still had my ice scraper in my car. This is a conversation I have with my mother every winter, not with coworkers. No wonder he irks me so much. He is just like my mother. Next he informs me that the rain is freezing to surfaces and I interupt to inform him that I already know. He repeats himself and I tell him a second time that I already know this. One problem with Mom is that she has to know everything that goes on, but never listens.
Yesterday, while I was telling a story to somebody he comes right up, starts jabbering on about something and keeps touching me as talks, then suddenly leaves. How rude is that? So I said, As I was saying before the interuption. I also told this person that the weirdo has too much time on hands and he is so much like the busybody the man I'm talking to replaced. He has flight schedules memorized, constantly looks up flight info on his computer and informs everybody of every delay, asks every Saturday how many reservations everybody has left and when our last reservation comes, has my work schedule memorized (my impression tonight), and asked his boss if he could hook up his system to the computer to check his emails on his home computer using the company computer. The boss did OK that. Nobody liked the busybody who left either. Though I doubt this person realized nobody liked her. I was the only one who tolerated her nose in my business. I only got mad once and repeated something my Mom said earlier. The busybody informed me what size of pants I need to wear and I asked what difference did it make to her what size my pants are.
Sometimes Mom is useful, that is why I still speak to her and call once in a while so she doesn't fret over calling me at a bad time. As Mom realizes I can survive without her, the good Mom events has started to outweigh the irritating Mom arguments. I think my getting my own car insurance might have started the ball rolling on that epiphany. When my Mom told me that I can't get my own car insurance, I replied that I can and I did. That line was from the First Wives Club. Post later. Bye!