This one starts out, I think, about living near work While this seems like a good idea from a carbon footprint concept, it has it’s drawbacks.
Years ago a school principal I worked for told me that his problem in a small community, was that he was unable to purchase alcoholic beverages in his town. This was years ago and in a rural community in Maryland, but still he had to travel miles away to buy a beer. And in those days, he said, he had to wear good clothes all the time. There were no ratty old jeans for the principal, because the community expected a sense of decorum from him, in the same way they expected it from their minister.
Many years later in Massachusetts, a friend told me he worked part-time in a porn shop, in the days before access to internet porn. This was in another far away town, where he would see school officials from other towns (he knew who they were for some reason) driving miles out of their way to rent porn videos.
My experiences have been limited with this as I haven’t been in that position often, but when I was, it was irritating. I remember a Board member asking me at a meeting why I was home at 2:30 in the afternoon! First, it wasn’t his business; secondly, a Board meeting is not the place to ask that kind of question, unless you want to try to humiliate me in public. I answered that I didn’t get free until 1:45 and wanted lunch, and because I lived so close, I went home to get some. It was the truth, and he was, of course, apologetic, and didn’t mean anything by it (why was he there looking?) and we moved forward.
This all brings me to the other part of this thing and that’s the old adage, don’t dip your pen in the company ink, or, don’t sh*t where you eat, or, don’t f*ck where you eat. These two thoughts, living and loving came together for me when one of my staff lived near a lovely widowed woman. She would see another one of my staff member’s car at the widow’s house way too often for her comfortability. She informed me they were clearly having an affair because he was there often day and night. I have no idea what their relationship was, nor did I care much, but he did maintenance for us and to no surprise, he worked for her as well.
So many of my stories, many of which I’ve told in earlier posts deal with at work relationships. I mean, after all, where do you meet people? Other than church, bars and on line, it’s a pretty limited world and people who meet at work, and spend time together, do get close and share mutual experiences. Sometimes, this leads to mayhem.
Right now the only current gossipy story I know has to deal with parents who have kids on sports teams and hook up by mutual interests. I guess this is a new area of relationship development, kid’s activities. People travel all around with each other to support competitive sports and dance. Things happen.
At my age, the story is better than the reality. I once had a fantasy about a woman on the school PTA, but nothing happened. I spent an afternoon with her preparing for some kind of event and never saw her again, but clearly never forgot about it.
An old friend of mine came home early one day to find his wife, a teacher, loving another teacher on their living room couch. We go from there to his second marriage, where his wife, a salesperson, was discovered to be doing another salesperson. His next wife didn’t work.
In the movie “Same Time Next Year”*, there’s this wonderful (my thoughts) fantasy about a couple who meet annually at some sort of meeting (it’s been a long time since I’ve seen this one) and we see them grow old apart from each other, but continue to hook up once a year. This is a wonderful fantasy, where no one gets caught, no one gets a disease and no one leaves their spouse to go get the other one and screw up everyone’s lives. It ain’t happening!
I will not put my real experiences down for posterity, because I need to save something for my biographers. Having had way too many questionable relationships, I advise everyone to get married for life, to your high school sweetheart and never stray! This was, in fact, my philosophy until my high school sweetheart asked me to go away!
*From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
New Jersey accountant George and Oakland, California housewife Doris meet at a Northern California inn in February 1951. They have an affair, then agree to meet once a year, despite the fact both are married to others and have six children between them. Over the course of the next 24 years, they develop an emotional intimacy deeper than what one would expect to find between two people meeting for a clandestine relationship just once a year. During the time they spend with each other, they discuss the births, deaths, and marital problems each is experiencing at home, while they adapt themselves to the social changes affecting their lives.
Years ago a school principal I worked for told me that his problem in a small community, was that he was unable to purchase alcoholic beverages in his town. This was years ago and in a rural community in Maryland, but still he had to travel miles away to buy a beer. And in those days, he said, he had to wear good clothes all the time. There were no ratty old jeans for the principal, because the community expected a sense of decorum from him, in the same way they expected it from their minister.
Many years later in Massachusetts, a friend told me he worked part-time in a porn shop, in the days before access to internet porn. This was in another far away town, where he would see school officials from other towns (he knew who they were for some reason) driving miles out of their way to rent porn videos.
My experiences have been limited with this as I haven’t been in that position often, but when I was, it was irritating. I remember a Board member asking me at a meeting why I was home at 2:30 in the afternoon! First, it wasn’t his business; secondly, a Board meeting is not the place to ask that kind of question, unless you want to try to humiliate me in public. I answered that I didn’t get free until 1:45 and wanted lunch, and because I lived so close, I went home to get some. It was the truth, and he was, of course, apologetic, and didn’t mean anything by it (why was he there looking?) and we moved forward.
This all brings me to the other part of this thing and that’s the old adage, don’t dip your pen in the company ink, or, don’t sh*t where you eat, or, don’t f*ck where you eat. These two thoughts, living and loving came together for me when one of my staff lived near a lovely widowed woman. She would see another one of my staff member’s car at the widow’s house way too often for her comfortability. She informed me they were clearly having an affair because he was there often day and night. I have no idea what their relationship was, nor did I care much, but he did maintenance for us and to no surprise, he worked for her as well.
So many of my stories, many of which I’ve told in earlier posts deal with at work relationships. I mean, after all, where do you meet people? Other than church, bars and on line, it’s a pretty limited world and people who meet at work, and spend time together, do get close and share mutual experiences. Sometimes, this leads to mayhem.
Right now the only current gossipy story I know has to deal with parents who have kids on sports teams and hook up by mutual interests. I guess this is a new area of relationship development, kid’s activities. People travel all around with each other to support competitive sports and dance. Things happen.
At my age, the story is better than the reality. I once had a fantasy about a woman on the school PTA, but nothing happened. I spent an afternoon with her preparing for some kind of event and never saw her again, but clearly never forgot about it.
An old friend of mine came home early one day to find his wife, a teacher, loving another teacher on their living room couch. We go from there to his second marriage, where his wife, a salesperson, was discovered to be doing another salesperson. His next wife didn’t work.
In the movie “Same Time Next Year”*, there’s this wonderful (my thoughts) fantasy about a couple who meet annually at some sort of meeting (it’s been a long time since I’ve seen this one) and we see them grow old apart from each other, but continue to hook up once a year. This is a wonderful fantasy, where no one gets caught, no one gets a disease and no one leaves their spouse to go get the other one and screw up everyone’s lives. It ain’t happening!
I will not put my real experiences down for posterity, because I need to save something for my biographers. Having had way too many questionable relationships, I advise everyone to get married for life, to your high school sweetheart and never stray! This was, in fact, my philosophy until my high school sweetheart asked me to go away!
*From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
New Jersey accountant George and Oakland, California housewife Doris meet at a Northern California inn in February 1951. They have an affair, then agree to meet once a year, despite the fact both are married to others and have six children between them. Over the course of the next 24 years, they develop an emotional intimacy deeper than what one would expect to find between two people meeting for a clandestine relationship just once a year. During the time they spend with each other, they discuss the births, deaths, and marital problems each is experiencing at home, while they adapt themselves to the social changes affecting their lives.
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