Yesterday was not a good night for Anne Marie. We carpooled, and she got into the car sobbing because one of the folks she works for is a raging bitch. The woman works part time (thankfully), and has the entire office panic stricken because she verbally berates them for not following her mercurial whims. Senior VPs have gotten the same treatment as low level grunts.
Oh, and she's the company accountant so firing her isn't really an open option.
Yesterday, she tore into Anne Marie for various reasons.
Let us now diverge slightly. i've got a few things that are pretty darn hard-wired about my personality:
1. i'm a guy.
2. i'm an engineer.
3. i'm married to Anne Marie.
Any one of those three attributes pretty much forces me to help her solve the problem she's having. All three of those makes that force pretty much on the same scale as the force that generated all time and space.
Also realize that as a carin' modern kind-o-guy, i actually do read those articles that talk about how many upset women don't really want to hear solutions, or anything short of you sitting there nodding affirmatively.
So, long story short, i made her life even more miserable by starting a mini-argument on the way home. Eventually, several nebulae's worth of post creation force passed and all those relationship articles began to percolate up in my mind. After she told me to 'just shut up', i did.
She got her catharsis out, i pretty much did my best to ignore what she was talking about and things got patched up. Still, i guess it amazes me that even after being married this long, i've still got a fair amount of learning i need to do.
Really wish i hadn't lost the manual…
There must be some way we can fix that.
jr notes in jr conlin's Ink Stained Banana :: Men are from Junkyard Wars... that males try to solve problems...
Still, if there's a solution to a problem, why wouldn't you want me to help you fix it? I don't get it...