the unsolicited share

My store has had a few staffing changes – the pharmacy manager quit. Retail sucks. As does the people that made her life miserable. She found a better opportunity elsewhere. Good for her. As the new staff is settling in, introductions are made and … personal information is shared. Unfortunately, some of this ‘personal information’ shared is too personal and should NOT be shared. With anyone. Even the words, “tell me about yourself” don’t warrant certain Intel.

Unlike most work environments, the pharmacy is confined in not only square footage but personal boundaries. As a result, I am constantly aware and quite protective of my ‘space’. In other words, “take a step back. Bitch.” Considering the nature of this post, “shut the fuck up” shortly follows.

how to share my postal point

I wasn’t quite sure how to present what I wanted to convey. Too many random opportunities to ramble incessantly existed. To streamline, I decided a question/thought – answer format would be appropriate. So, here goes – hope it works.

definition –

to share –

to talk about one’s thoughts, feelings, or experiences with others
to grant or give a share in
to tell (thoughts, feelings, experiences, etc.) to others —both often used with with

usually sharing is consensual

unsolicited –

not asked for or requested

evolution of the unsolicited share

Close proximity with co-workers allows barriers to be broken faster. In the pharmacy, I think it happens even faster than most settings. Then casual, yet caustic zingers about customers are often mistaken as permission to continue conversing, opening the unsolicited information flood gates.

the hypocrisy of My Life

At work, I AM a closed book. I talk very little about my personal life. I save that for my fictional alter ego. Besides, it’s none of anyone’s damn business.

idle conversation or awkward silence?

No silence is ever awkward – only welcome. Besides, I can kill the engine on any conversation with one steely glare. Whether that conversation is idle or in overdrive. My male version of the ole RBF serves me well. Bring it!

offenders and their recipients in MY interpreted order, of course –

women to women – a no brainer – women share way to much – it’s usually unsolicited and unwanted.

men to women – men still disclose more random information to women. Unsure why. Flirtation technique?

women to men – as women continue to castrate men both physically, verbally, and whatever other way possible, this will probs be #2 sooner than later

men to men – men just don’t talk that much with other men. And, unsolicited sharing … . Ah, no. Thankfully!

worse thing ever shared with me

I was once asked my thoughts on women taking Viagra. Oh, this is the same female technician that asked if I shaved. Regularly.

worse thing I’ve ever shared

Nothing. I don’t share.

worse thing I’ve heard a co-worker share with another co-worker

three frightening words: Prince Albert piercing

Best way to end a conversation (and this post)

Disclosing something like that would definitely be sufficient. As far as this post is concerned, I’ll take my own advice and shut the fuck up!

Adam Thomas, RPH

adam.thomas.rph@gmail.com