The phone guy

I want to leave early for work so I can sit and read for a few minutes before I have to clock in, and I'm all ready to go but I've sort of locked myself in my room. Well, not really. But my parents are having all sorts of changes done to their phone line, security system, and internet access, so there is some weird guy from the phone company out in the kitchen...which is where I need to go before leaving for work. And my dad is helping my brother with something, so the phone guy is in there by himself, which means that if I go in there, I'll have to chat with him. I hate doing that. It's nothing against people from the phone company. Rather, I don't like talking to people I don't know, especially if they're in my house for anything. I know, I'm insane for that. It's that introvert thing. And my own personal weirdness. It's like when the movers came when I was getting ready to leave St. Louis. I felt all weird around them, like I should either help with the moving or at least entertain them with brilliant conversation. Or when I go get my hair cut or something, and I feel like I should have lots of interesting conversations with the hair person, when I really just want to zone out into my own world. Now, I know that they don't necessarily want conversation either, but it's still this weird feeling I get when I'm with people I don't know who are providing some sort of service for me.

But I suppose I should be an adult about it and leave for work, just I had planned. And it won't kill me to say hello to the phone guy. Oh, wait, I hear my dad and brother back downstairs in the kitchen, which means I'm no longer obligated to make small talk. Yay.

I'm too old for this.