The Rational Voice of Reason

I'm trying to figure out when I became THAT person - the one who when people are trying to figure out how to approach a potentially sensitive subject and they aren't sure how to phrase it un-offensively. How would I put a positive spin on it? How would I say/write it so that it doesn't come across the wrong way? Have they forgotten that I'm the one with little to no filter? The one who forgets sometimes that people can see and hear me? I've encountered that several times recently and I'm still amazed. I'M A GROWN UP AND PEOPLE RESPECT MY OPINION. When in the heck did that happen? I've always tagged myself as a person with Happy Tourette's - I don't use obscene words or completely socially inappropriate comments, but heck, yes, sometimes I forget that people can hear me and I come up with lovely one-liners like the other day when I told my boss that dressing a plus-sized mannequin is like dressing a toddler. I don't always think, but at least most of the time I amuse. I know how to conduct myself appropriately in the appropriate settings (I did manage to be a supervisor/manager for several years after all), but I really don't take myself too seriously otherwise I end up turning into someone I don't like very much. Been there, done that, not interested in going back there again. But when a co-worker came to me today and asked me how I would tell someone that what they were asking for wasn't the most important thing we had on our plates at the time, I managed to come up with a pretty good alternative. Of course, what was running through my head at the time might not necessarily have been what came out of my mouth :-). But I've learned over the past five years or so how to become much more politically correct than I was in the past and for some reason people respect me for that. At least until the next time I totally put my foot in my mouth in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I've also been finding the most amazing random videos on YouTube these days. Today there was the Sweet Potato Casserole video from Flula. And earlier this week there was the boy with the iPod dancing to All I Want For Christmas Is You at the mall. I will admit that when I started hearing that song over the speakers at my part-time retail job, I also broke out into dance. Fortunately it was 5 minutes before close and there were no customers in the store. There goes that issue with not having a filter again. What's a girl to do?