This Just In... She’s a Bag of Crazy
I actually couldn’t decide which blog I should direct this
post to my Glaminlalaland blog (www.glaminlalaland.com) The practical guide for
the fashionable broke femme, or Camille’s Hollywood Etiquette – Navigating the shark
tank.
But I realize, it’s the first post that belongs to
both… So here it goes.
I was explaining to my writing partner yesterday that I was
working with this person, on a project for about a year, and I noticed more
often than not there was a black cloud looming over us. (yes this is
metaphorical) and I also noticed that this person also wanted a bite of
whatever I was eating (also metaphorical).
I also noticed that this person has no real stats in their career, but loved to chat about the importance of
positivity, and yet her (I mean him, okay her).
She would invite me to trips to going to tops of mountains to mantra
goals, and I would say, “Why do you need to mantra goals, when you could decide
to do something and do it, in the comfort of your own home. "
Her mere presence gave me anxiety.
I noticed my dog didn’t liker her, and in fact, she hated
dogs (also a red flag) I found myself doing many things, to help this person, letting
them jump on the gravy train, (or at least the train that leaded to
gravy). And then when it was time for all the hard
work to pay off, this person got um, fucking weird. She stopped communicating, until finally I
confronted her and said, “What the hell is going on?” And the response was something like this.
“Well I was talking
to my new psychiatrist I met in a two
hour hot yoga class, and we went out for Chai tea, and I was telling him
all about my career (what career?) and he told me the best thing to do to find
the right answer in life, is to cut communication with the world and sit home
and introvert, and then the answer will come, and then I crossed checked this
with my therapist from oversees, and she agreed, so I decided to quit the
business and concentrate on my true passion of working at a petting zoo. “
And my response internally was like, oh thank you for
letting me know…
You’re a bag of crazy.
Guys, don’t be a victim of this, spot the early signs and direct these people
to closest petting zoo, for you, for them, and for society.
Love
Cam
Crazies are hard enough to work with, and sometimes they have flashes of brilliance — but when they start "consulting" their navel lint or their "experts," that's when the projects jumps the rails.
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