When I have to find my seat in a larger room setting, typically I am a middle area, on the aisle, sitter. I usually do not sit in the back of the room because I am afraid that I am going to miss something. However, If I am in a situation where I do not want to be in the room where I am listening to someone speak, and I would rather be a hundred other places, then I will choose to sit in the back - in protest of my having to attend.
Today I sat in the front row. I was particularly interested in what the speakers were saying and like the perfect people pleaser, wanted to make a good impression on the speakers. As if they gave a hoot whether I sat in the front, middle, side, or just outside the front door with my ear pressed against the glass. Okay, maybe that would be a little creepy.
There were 20 seat in the front row of this seminar I was attending. There were 5 on the left side, 10 in the middle, and 5 on the right side. I chose a seat at the edge - front and center, such a kiss up.
I set my things down assuring everyone in attendance that I was sitting there and then went to greet an acquaintance. When I returned to my seat, a man had placed his body and things right next to me. There were six seats that were unoccupied next to mine, and still, he chose the seat right next to me. He was bordering on penetrating my personal space bubble, and I wanted to tell him to scoot over a seat, but I chickened out. I scooted my chair a bit to the left hoping to drop a hint but he had no intentions of grabbing a hint, no matter how direct and obvious.
I bared through his close existence, all the while holding back my bitterness. Remarkably I was able to concentrate.
Tomorrow, I will drape my jacket over two chairs, cross my fingers and toes, and hope that Mr. Space Invader plops down elsewhere, otherwise, I may have to drink a large coffee in the morning and mouth breathe all over him throughout the seminar.
Today I sat in the front row. I was particularly interested in what the speakers were saying and like the perfect people pleaser, wanted to make a good impression on the speakers. As if they gave a hoot whether I sat in the front, middle, side, or just outside the front door with my ear pressed against the glass. Okay, maybe that would be a little creepy.
There were 20 seat in the front row of this seminar I was attending. There were 5 on the left side, 10 in the middle, and 5 on the right side. I chose a seat at the edge - front and center, such a kiss up.
I set my things down assuring everyone in attendance that I was sitting there and then went to greet an acquaintance. When I returned to my seat, a man had placed his body and things right next to me. There were six seats that were unoccupied next to mine, and still, he chose the seat right next to me. He was bordering on penetrating my personal space bubble, and I wanted to tell him to scoot over a seat, but I chickened out. I scooted my chair a bit to the left hoping to drop a hint but he had no intentions of grabbing a hint, no matter how direct and obvious.
I bared through his close existence, all the while holding back my bitterness. Remarkably I was able to concentrate.
Tomorrow, I will drape my jacket over two chairs, cross my fingers and toes, and hope that Mr. Space Invader plops down elsewhere, otherwise, I may have to drink a large coffee in the morning and mouth breathe all over him throughout the seminar.
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