Please stay out of my personal space
Mar. 22nd, 2005 09:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jenny_wrenTo the lady at work who I don't know:
Yes I did just dye my hair. It's a darker color than I'm used to but I'm pleased with the way it turned out. You say you like it too? Thank you! I'm very flattered. No really I am. Normally you would have made my day. Why did you have to ruin it by touching my hair? Actually you didn't just touch my hair, you petted my head like is was a dog. And then you raked your fingers through my curls tangling them up.
When I tried polietly to get away, you kept following me still petting my head like I was Lassie. I know I'm a very non-confrontationl person and I tend to do my screaming inside my head. So while I was smilling politely and trying to extricate myself, I was mentally screaming at you to get your effin hands off me. Geeze lady, there are a lot of new faces at work and the only reason I knew your name is becuase I read it off of your name tag. There are very few people in the world who I don't mind touching me. You are not one of them.
So miss "Hello my name is Elsa", if you ever happen to see me in the breakroom or on the sales floor and I duck away, it's becuase I have a very clearly defined concept of personal space and you don't. Plus you creep me out. Nothing personal.
Sincerly,
The woman who plans on wearing her hair up at work a lot more often.
Yes I did just dye my hair. It's a darker color than I'm used to but I'm pleased with the way it turned out. You say you like it too? Thank you! I'm very flattered. No really I am. Normally you would have made my day. Why did you have to ruin it by touching my hair? Actually you didn't just touch my hair, you petted my head like is was a dog. And then you raked your fingers through my curls tangling them up.
When I tried polietly to get away, you kept following me still petting my head like I was Lassie. I know I'm a very non-confrontationl person and I tend to do my screaming inside my head. So while I was smilling politely and trying to extricate myself, I was mentally screaming at you to get your effin hands off me. Geeze lady, there are a lot of new faces at work and the only reason I knew your name is becuase I read it off of your name tag. There are very few people in the world who I don't mind touching me. You are not one of them.
So miss "Hello my name is Elsa", if you ever happen to see me in the breakroom or on the sales floor and I duck away, it's becuase I have a very clearly defined concept of personal space and you don't. Plus you creep me out. Nothing personal.
Sincerly,
The woman who plans on wearing her hair up at work a lot more often.
