You are not allowed to talk to me like that: Work place filters.

Everyone in this business knows that escrow is a big raucous, a sometimes catty mess, and always full of people in the "different" category. I am breaking my own rules with this entry: No writing about religion, work, or politics. But today I am rebelling. What are rules if they aren't meant to be broken anyway?

I sometimes feel like I am living in a "Where The Wild Things Are" world and it's fun to roar my terrible roar, gnash my terrible teeth, and do whatever it is with my claws...I don't remember. At any rate, there is a time and a place to be productive, to be silly, to be serious, to be catty. For instance, the appropriate time for venting about work is on the deck of a restaurant with a cheesy fry in one hand and a margarita in the other with a girlfriend/coworker who just spent the week in escrow hell with you; staying until 8, having too many smoke breaks, and wondering what is happening. And your coworker says, "Oh my God and that (insert name here). She wore those khakis and came to work looking all tore up from the floor up. Does she even wash her hair. I mean really." To which I respond, "I know right? Maybe she needs a raise so she can afford a clue."

I know. Totally not nice. But what is a little cattiness between friends? What bothers me is people with whom you have no relationship outside of work who feel like they are entitled to have an opinion about your personal life.

Today I was told by a coworker that a perfectly appropriate dress I was wearing was hideous. First of all, this person is a dude. Second of all, I do not hang out with this person outside of work. Thirdly, and lastly, WHAT? It hurt my feelings. It would be one thing for a manager or a friend to politely discourage future wearing of said dress...but  who do you think you are? Have you no filter? There is nothing wrong with said dress.

There are some things you are not allowed to say. Some people have no tact. Some people have no ability to discern the difference between a friend and a coworker. Sometimes, your coworkers are your friends. But sometimes your coworkers are your coworkers.

Time to learn the difference.

Sara