Hi Everyone,
Holy snowstorm southern Ontario! It looked and felt like Christmas out there! But Christmas has come and gone. Our next holiday is St. Valentine’s Day. If you didn’t have a, “Honey for the (Christmas) Holidays,” or got rid of them just after, you may be on the hunt for a Valentine. Before cupid strikes read this blog. It may save you more than unwanted grief. This is what I mean.
With everyone working crazy hours and commuting, a lot of people see their coworkers more than they see their family and close friends who don’t work with them. When people work in the same field, industry, they tend to bond. This helps others understand them and the ups and downs of their lives. Work related and personal stories are shared and people feel cared for, loved. Everyone wants to be understood. Everyone also wants to be able to relate to others. I get that. But should coworkers turn their working relationship into a workplace romance?
There are as many answers as there are circumstances. A lot of people do, it’s just not for me. Dating someone you work with (on a consistent basis) is plain lazy! Before anyone starts freaking out, hear me out. Dating someone you work with means you couldn’t be bothered to find, make the time to look for someone outside of your place of work so settled for the first person who settled for you. Now before anyone thinks I am being harsh think of it like this.
Your workplace is like a small town. Everyone in that small town knows everyone and possibly has for years. You know some or all of their skeletons and they know some or all of yours. You don’t have to dress up when you show up. You are there. They are there. One or more people encourage you to meet, you do and the next thing everyone knows, someone’s been led by their nose, and a relationship (of sorts) is born. And that is how and why a lot of people in small towns get married.
Dating someone you work with, to me, also means that you are a coward. Again, before anyone starts freaking out, hear me out. It is easy to settle for the first, or second, person who makes you feel the earth move under your feet especially if they are right there! All the time! It doesn’t take guts to date someone right there! All the time! BUT it takes guts to put yourself out there!
It takes guts to pull yourself away from your work, the TV, technology, the gym, or whatever else you do to keep yourself from meeting new and different people. It takes guts, to go out there into the big bad world and know that you will be rejected more than once. It takes guts to go out there without the security of a wing person, (a coworker) who will guide you through and protect you from the big bad world. It takes guts to know that at some point in your life you will be hurt. Because you will. We all get hurt. Even if you met the person of all of your dreams and you both live to be 107, one of you will die first and that will hurt.
Okay so let’s say, you are a lazy coward who gets turned on by the first person who turns your frown upside down. Let’s also say that everything is great and things move quickly. Maybe you think, “No one is getting any younger.” Everyone, including the people at work, is so happy that the two of you are so happy. People who weren’t talking before can’t stop now. Unfortunately, one of you notices that it’s time to stop the crazy train but can’t find the brakes.
The once perfect relationship has the small town gossipers, or coworkers, competing with each other on the status of your relationship. Work is a living hell that you can’t leave. Just the thought of seeing the person you once cared for so much makes you want to scream. The small town gossipers, your coworkers, are the least and the most of your concern.
Okay so let’s say, you are a lazy coward who gets turned on by the first person who turns your smile upside down. Let’s also say that everything moved slowly. Maybe you thought, “I like, no, I love being single. Did they just smile at me again? My mouth must hurt because I haven’t used those muscles for a while.” And then the small town gossipers, your coworkers, have both of your ears and theirs.
Someone suggests that, “everyone,” meet. Everyone does. Soon everyone has your ear and is talking so loud, you can’t hear yourself think. A workplace romance started before you knew it and you didn’t know what to do, so you do nothing. You do nothing even when you should. And you would, but everyone is still selling you something you really shouldn’t have bought, had you of given it some thought.
If the above isn’t reason for you to stay away from or consider staying away from a workplace romance maybe it was meant to be. Maybe everything will work out, go smoothly. Maybe one of you will move on to another company or division of the company you work for. Hopefully no one gets a pink slip and I’m not talking about something you get from a lingerie store, I mean the one you get stating you are out of work. That is the unwanted grief I was referring to earlier.
I was going to post this blog right after, “I (Just) Don’t Care…” but life got in the way. Here is the link, http://arebelsrant.com/i-just-dont-care/ (and it doesn’t look like it works, ooppssiie)
Thank you for reading, A. Rebel’s Rant! ;D
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