As I get better I find that more and more of my coworkers like to talk to me. I like hearing people's stories so I'm generally grateful. Sometimes I do wonder why they give me so much detail, but I just figure it's because too many other people are worried about telling their stories and as all I want is to listen they get thrown and just keep going with their thoughts.
People aren't all that bad, you know. Really I think they are all right. Sometimes it gets strange though, like last night this fellow was just talking about his last job, it was dull but interesting for all that. I asked about his children and that was in a similar vein until he suddenly began talking about his daughter and her figure. Not in a “boy, she's going to break some hearts when she grows up" kind of way, but in a “man is she hot" kind of way.
I stopped him and told him he had better get some help. I didn't think it was cool to talk about 10 year olds that way and even worse to think about them like that. He got sheepish. I think I made an enemy. Those kind of enemies I can deal with.
Today I get a paycheck. It's important even if I don't think I get to keep any of it.