Shut Up, Ralphie

It seems that Ralphie is in trouble again. My name was mentioned in connection with not being PC. Some of my co-workers have complained that I'm too abrupt. They said all I do is bark orders and I never inquire about their families and their home life. I thought I was doing good overcoming my Asperger's Syndrome, but I guess please, thank you, good morning and have a nice weekend aren't enough.

You would think that after sixty years I would realize, " I don't have baseball players, I've got girls." It's really hard for me to do what doesn't come naturally. However, this week I did step out of my comfort zone and let a co-worker know her eye-liner was running down her nose. I've also added the tag line "how's the family" to all my greetings and requests. I'm really in uncharted territory here. Maybe because at the age of thirteen I took the Nazarene Vow I tend not to be too personal with the fairer sex. It just seems like I'm stepping into a mine field by trying to act like Fred Rodgers.

The chasm between myself and the crew became evident to me when one of them stated "work is where I come to develop relationships and socialize." It really struck me that I must be an emotional Neanderthal, because I thought it was where I went to earn money.

My week long apology tour ended on Friday. I must accept the things I can't change. I appeal to my higher-power to help me be more patient with people. I have to or else the Wee-Bees will prevail. I'm getting Botox injections to help with the eye-rolling problem. I also need to pick up a few new tag lines and learn how to say "Oh-Fudge" and really mean it.