Monday, August 4, 2008

Recycled Myspace Blog (1) - Formalities

I was just perusing my MySpace page, which really mostly just exists in case random people would like to know what I'm up to now-a-days, but while on there I remembered that before I started blogging here, I used to write there. These are like the before-he-was-famous blogs, the b-sides if you will. Since most of you guys that read this don't have MySpace I thought I'd post some of the highlights of those blogs here. I'll still be mixing in new stuff when I think of something but until then:

Formalities - originally posted 12/14/2006 on MySpace

Just recently we had our work Christmas party which reminded me of a lot of the little things about life I can't stand.

I brought a friend of mine I don't work with to this gathering and immediately realized the Pandora's box I had opened.

Introductions.

I hate introducing myself to other people, let alone people I know to people they don't. I don't know why I loathe it so but I think the biggest reason is that I know that no matter how I introduce person A to person B they will never remember their name. It really is just one of life's formalities and I hate to do it.

Every person I saw at this party I had to say "Hi! This is my friend Colleen" and she would say something like "Nice to meet you." and this viscous cycle would repeat itself time and time again.

This leads me to my second point I want to make and that is, once the introductions have passed you are now required to engage in some forced conversation with people you know and some you don't and it is the most obligatory and dull conversation there is. And they all end they the same way which is something like, "Ok, have a good night." Or "Have fun."

Small talk isn't for me. To be honest, when forced I'm terrible at it and maybe that's why I can't stand it. But when relaxed in a small group setting I am a great conversationalist but I wouldn't call my talk small. It's usually something observational that I find interesting and hopefully other people do to.

And a side note; at this party there were two sets of silverware, one for the mail course and one for the dessert. I swear that these two forks and knives were IDENTICAL but I know I heard someone remark, "I can't believe 'so and so' is using their dessert fork for their meal.

Who cares? It's kitchenware. Its job is to get food from point A (the plate) to point B (your mouth). However 'so-and-so' wants to get it their is a choice I leave to them and I don't judge people based on how they do it.

Just another worthless formality I had to endure at the company party...

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

uh oh, i think the spammers may have found you. It might be time to make this blog private again. Anyway, back on topic, whoever person was commenting on the dessert fork should be slapped, because you use a spoon for dessert. He or (most likely) she was probably referring to the salad spoon. Dessert spoons are not usually brought out until dessert is served I believe. Doug would know better than me though. Seriously, he would.

-DRM

Anonymous said...

Goddammit, I even proofread that before I posted. I meant to say salad FORK, and dessert SPOON.

Kevin said...

Where did these spammers come from?
Dammit.

Might have to throw on that awful word verification crap.

Snuffleupagus said...

Sadly, I do know. The dessert fork(spoon if the dessert requires it) goes above the plate with the tongs pointing to the left(it's a right-handed society). It's usually placed there already if there is enough space. If not you bring it with the dessert. As for the difference between a salad fork and a dinner fork, the salad fork is smaller. In the event that they are the same size, use this rule. Always start from the outside and work your way in. So if there are two forks on the left side(if they are on the right side someone set the table wrong) use the one on the outside for your salad and then the next one for your dinner. Same with spoons, the first one is for soup, next one for dinner or coffee. Wow I'm lame.

Kevin said...

Titanic taught you that Doug, don't lie.