Humanity, my lack of.

Weird, weird day.

Spent most of the day prepping, attending and completing follow-up work for a scheduling workshop. 

Met Peter for lunch downstairs.  So good to catch up - it seemed like nothing had changed even though he lives halfway around the world.  Wonder if he knows that I had a crush on him in first year uni?  Hah!  Seems an eternity ago now.

Had a salad for lunch from in-a-rush. Bean and chorizo salad was a winner!  Creamy tangy beans mixed with salty chorizo and bacon... yum!  No more rocket salad for me.

Later in the afternoon, B asks me to come downstairs to pick up some flowers from the concierge as it's her birthday today. Mailroom is closed, concierge guy is an unhelpful ass, and as we walk away and B bursts into tears saying that she's not coping with the job, with personal issues.

I hate when people cry, it makes me feel really uncomfortable.  Doing the "comforting thing" doesn't come naturally to me; i never know the right thing to say.  Similar to when babies are around - I think they're cute, but only from afar.  And it doesn't mean that I want to hold it or have an urge to pop one out of my own in, say, nine months from now!  Maybe my humanity gene is faulty.  I think some people are just naturally people people, and some people are not.  I, clearly, am not!