We played Pictionary today. I tried to explain that the mere mention of the game makes my anxiety ratchet up, but they didn't seem to understand. To try to convey to normal people that something that is suppose to be fun, a game, can actually be a source of stress, is hard to do without getting a lot of weird looks. Sure enough, my turn comes up and it was a travesty. I drew my clues okay, but they just wouldn't all come together and I was red faced as hell by the end of it.
That was just one embarrassment in a day full of guessing at the right thing to do. We were given a quick walk through of the last puzzle piece in the certificate creating process. Last, but definitely not insignificant. I kept trying to get my shit approved only to have it returned with notes I could not understand. Once I decoded it, I was ace, but it was a painful head desking process there for a bit.
We are really clicking as a group of friends, me and the three other girls in my trainee class and the one guy who I sit next to and it pretty on point humor wise. We say we are going out for lunch on Friday. I'm just wondering if it will actually happen. It is hard to make plans like that with so many people and their personalities involved. While we all click, it is like everyone else in the building are aliens. I was kind of shocked today when one of the girls greeted someone from outside our training class, but apparently it was the gal who is going to be her supervisor. She was real chill and normal, not imposing at all, and was all agog of my curls.
That was just one embarrassment in a day full of guessing at the right thing to do. We were given a quick walk through of the last puzzle piece in the certificate creating process. Last, but definitely not insignificant. I kept trying to get my shit approved only to have it returned with notes I could not understand. Once I decoded it, I was ace, but it was a painful head desking process there for a bit.
We are really clicking as a group of friends, me and the three other girls in my trainee class and the one guy who I sit next to and it pretty on point humor wise. We say we are going out for lunch on Friday. I'm just wondering if it will actually happen. It is hard to make plans like that with so many people and their personalities involved. While we all click, it is like everyone else in the building are aliens. I was kind of shocked today when one of the girls greeted someone from outside our training class, but apparently it was the gal who is going to be her supervisor. She was real chill and normal, not imposing at all, and was all agog of my curls.
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