I suspect that it's human nature for a person to think that he or she knows someone else better than that second party knows himself or herself. I also suspect that in some cases this is true. Some people don't seem to really know themselves. Nevertheless, one of my pet peeves is people who think they know me but don't, make assumptions about my motivations and try to throw me a life preserver when not only am I not drowning but I'm not even in the water. If it weren't for the humor in watching them insist I take up the life preserver when I'm standing on dry land, I'd probably be tremendously angry.
'Tis hard for me in a situation like this to keep in mind that the person driving me up the wall is only trying to help. Like the concluding verse of the Shel Silverstein song Agatha Frye, ``some kinds of help are the kinds of help that helping's all about and some kinds of help are the kinds of help that we all can do without.'' I should probably learn to accept the latter type of help more graciously instead of getting cranky and irritable.
It doesn't help that I'm sick. My head is full of snot. My throat is raw. I have difficulty concentrating. This is not good. I have tests tomorrow. Bleargh!
At least work is going well for a change. Good managers are to die for.
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