Friday, September 26, 2003
So there's this guy....
Okay, well, not really. But there is. Sorta. Except not.
Oh, nothing like that! Just someone who makes going to work bearable nowadays. And no... I'm not stalking him at work. *rolls eyes* It's kinda weird to realize that for all these past months, he's been right under my... well, no, he wasn't, because he's much much much taller than me. So he was towering over me the entire time, and I've never given him much thought. Yes, I suck. Ever since my other friend got laid off, there's been an opening in the "Funny Guy at Work Whose Job it is to Amuse Pooh" position. It's finally been filled. Woohoo!!
He's completely dorky. No, geeky. No... dorky. No... Grrr. But he's also kinda cute in that totally geeky (no... dorky!) sorta way. Hey, you gotta like a guy who's unashamed of sending out a mass e-mail, soliciting donations for work's charity bike ride, while snarking on his own lack of athleticism, unpreparedness for the marathon bike ride, and the anticipated soreness of his ass. Oh, and it also helps that even though he's been living in the States forever, whenever he talks really fast, he sounds just like John Hannah. Mmmm. Sucks that the department has undergone reorganization and I no longer attend the same team meetings as him. Bah! That would have been a totally legitimate freebie "bump" every Friday. Oh, wait... I don't work on Fridays anymore... Dammit.
Anyway, I don't get much of an excuse to walk by his cubicle, so I've never really examined any photos, etc. (shut up, I'm slacking) As far as I know, he's not married, which doesn't matter either way. (SHUT UP!) I'd much rather admire and worship him -- I mean, be friends -- from afar. Yeah, that's it. Pooh's not stupid. You don't shit where you eat... or eat where you shit... or eat what you shit.... or, um... something like that.
In a day of firsts...
He went around collecting "victims." There's some big R&D conference coming up and he needed to take pics of all the associates. Nice to see that I'm lumped into that group, too, and am not just known as the "cheap hourly labor." Anyone who knows me knows that I HATE having my picture taken. Absolutely abhor and loathe it. I'd rather poke my eyes out with a rusty nail. *shudder* Somehow, he managed to sweet talk me into sorta posing for it, and in the biggest shocker of all, managed to actually get the first ever decent pic of me. I refuse to use the word "cute," but dammit, if I wasn't sorta glowing in it. GRRRR. Helped that he kept ordering me not to smile at all, which of course, made me laugh, because God help me, I'm a fucking girl. Then when I finally did manage not to laugh, he ordered me to smile. For once, my smile actually came out looking natural. Pooh is the most self-concious smiler ever -- the cynical, bitchy frown is permanently plastered to her face, I guess. Too bad I won't be at the conference to see this magnificent work of art. *rolls eyes some more*
Other firsts?
First time ever my hand cramped up (painfully! ouch! ouch!) during my tissue cavity prep. *snicker* Also... went through half a box of rubber... gloves. (I am obviously way too mature to be working at a real place of business, dammit.)
Oh, and today marked the first time someone actually noticed that I had chopped off half my hair. Dude. That's a good 6-8 inches. Okay, granted, due to the suckiness of the haircut, I've been wearing it in a ponytail. Guess one ponytail looks like another, even if it no longer reaches halfway down my back.
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