Monday, September 13, 2010

definitely not a poker player

I know I can't lie and keep a straight face.
It's hard to keep a secret (especially one I'm reallllly excited about).
My emotions are on display in my eyes and face 100 percent of the time and what I've learned in the past week is that I can't really even hide those either.

So. Go back a few days to last Thursday. I'm sitting in a "communication meeting" with about 20 other various editors and staff. General manager on one end of the conference table, me on the other. Five minutes into his speal, he makes eye contact with me and says, "Holly, what's wrong? You look troubled."

I chuckled and said nothing, that I was just listening.

My boss then says, "Oh don't worry about it, she looks like that all the time." And my co-worker concurs, "Yeah, she does."

After the meeting, the general manager laughed and told me to never play poker; my poker face wouldn't work.

I guess my family is used to my blank/listening face being "troubled" because no one has ever mentioned this to me before.

Fast forward to last night.

I was bustling around the kitchen. Had fixed all the fixin's to go with fried chicken. Had just pulled a batch of homemade cinnamon rolls out of the oven and was getting ready to put frosting on them. My sister's boyfriend walked by and said, "Are you alright? You look driven."


I relied with, "Well, I am driven. I'm driven most of the time."

And I am. Even if it's something as small as frosting my handiwork (a.k.a cinnamon rolls.)
But apparently my relaxed face cannot just be one of bliss and innocent happiness.

It looks troubled. And driven.

Fast forward to today. Sitting in a school board meeting. Tired of hearing the president say, "agender" instead of "agenda." Sick and tired of hearing board members ask questions that were answered FIVE SECONDS EARLIER. I mentioned this to the PIO afterwards and she said, "Yeah, I could tell by the look on your face!"

Seriously, face. Can we not keep some things to ourselves?

1 comment:

Kristin said...

Oh, this cracks me up ...