"I'm Clarissa." ... "What's that?" ... Really.

With new seasonal hires just starting out, you never know whom you'll meet. Enter, *****. Its been established that she's the kind of person who asks you a question about yourself but doesn't exactly listen to the answer, just so she can incessantly talk about herself. In passing, another co-worker asked if I would be taking my keiki Trick-or-Treating, I paused then said "I don't celebrate." The new girl splashes on in with a loud and high-pitched whiny "whyyy?!" as if I'm offending her. Uhh, okay. No, we're not going Trick-or-Treating.

Fast forward, I'm on the floor replenishing the dreaded 3-button sweaters, and she comes up and asks if I'm Christian. I say, "I'm Clarissa." She asks, with her head cocked to one side and eyebrows furrowed, and I can almost see her hamster running at full speed on the little wheel inside her head, "What's that?" Really. Christian, is another employee.

Yes, I am a Christian. She proceeds:

"Because I'm Catholic.
Raised straight Spanish Catholic! *insert woop woop * though she didn't actually say it*
But my sister, my sister married a man.
And he's Christian.
So she's Christian now.
So she doesn't celebrate Halloween either.
But I don't know why she's a Christian because when she gets mad, she still cusses ..."

And she goes on and on ... and on ...

At some point, I believe I was nodding while pretending to listen as I folded down that table to fill it. Mind you, she's just standing there talking, while I fold. I don't really remember how or when the conversation ended, I think I just walked away.

How un-Christian of me to not even Want to explain.

Fast forward to my meal break at 3pm. My Goodness, if I'm ever in the break room at the same time again, my break shall be had elsewhere. 15 minutes was far too long to share that tiny, tiny space.