Sometimes I think I suffer from raging paranoia but it’s not really paranoia if what you feared turns out to be true in hindsight. And my psychic antennae tends to be well-tuned with a history of picking up hidden truths.
I woke up at 5:40 am for the second day in a row. At least I got almost 6 hours of sleep but something is really bothering me.
Today my goal is to focus on work.
I really need someone who communicates consistently.
By the way, we had a marketing lunch last week and I walked in when half the team was seated so I had two choices–sit by one of the designers or sit by one of my teammates from the tournament.
I really like my teammate. Huge fan of his game–his hustle, his work ethic, his good attitude, his quiet confidence, his unselfishness. He’s a winner. I always say you can tell a lot about a man from how he plays basketball.
I admitted to my friend at work I really liked him as a person but he’s very young. Plus, he still lives at home. Plus, I’m his boss’s boss.
So I wanted to sit by him but I didn’t want to be obvious so I sat on the other side by the designer instead. As soon as I sat down, I saw the serving wheel turn and there was a cup of tea in front of me. I look up and saw my teammate had done it. Subtly considerate. He’s a good guy.
I kept catching him looking at me throughout lunch.
Lately he’s been messaging me a lot at night because we are in the same fantasy basketball league and had tried to pull a blockbuster trade the first week that got vetoed. Almost every night.
I told Shello this morning, I’ve got one guy who disappears periodically, and another who is consistent. Guess which one makes me feel better?