3:21pm
A couple things that occurred to me yesterday throughout the day. I mean, there isn't anything exciting. Just a running thought process that has come up in my brain and the best way to spill them is to write it all out in here.
Of course most of these stories involve my mother giving me a hard time, but that's ok. Who doesn't love involving their mother in their entire personal life anyways! [read: sarcasm]
There's this guy that came in a couple weeks ago. I was running the office on my own and he had a bunch of questions. I spoke to him for a good 10 mins or so that day. So he comes back yesterday. I was in the back doing who knows what and I heard "this other lady told me.." something or other as I was walking back up front. Then he saw me, stopped talking, smiled, and started talking to me.
He was here for quite a while. We had to set up accounts, pull up information, and print out a bunch of paperwork. Nice guy. I definitely put my work in for that one. [Only later to realize that I missed a step and had to call him to bring up some missing stuff...He might not have liked me for that. hah.]
I did notice at a few points during our interaction that his hands were shaking. Like he tried to staple some forms and I could see it pretty clearly. There were also moments where we were so close together that I had those crazy thoughts about "what if he reaches out and touches my hand!" I know! These are the things that run through my head.
Also, I had other crazy thoughts that involved CK. Like my brain actually went to that place where I wondered things like, "what if this guy is interested, what do I do about CK?" Why the heck I feel some kind of commitment to and/or anxiety about this situation with CK makes no sense at all. It's not even a thing.
I'm starting to believe all the thoughts I've been having are another set of false ideas that my mind has made up. Exactly like all the others. Maybe the 'differences' I felt were just a part of the whole thing. Ideas I wanted to be true. It'll all play itself out, I'm sure.
He came by a while ago too. I was sitting in the back and heard a loud truck, thought to myself that it must be him, but then pushed the thought out of my mind. A while later he showed up at the front desk. Mom was talking to him for a minute before I decided to get up and walk over. I mean, I can't exactly run up every time he walks in, huh?
He'll be back on Friday. I'm sure I'll come and give you all the gossip. Like how he buzzed his hair super short. It looks more blonde now than red, but he wears a hat all the time anyways.
Sometimes I see him and all those thoughts I have been having go away. But then he leaves and I can't stop thinking about him. It doesn't make sense. After all this time, it still doesn't make any sense.
So this all ran through my head because some guy got a little too close to me. I know! I'm totally nuts. =|
He never showed up today so I'll have that to look forward to. Hopefully without all the comments from my mother about how he's going to be her "son-in-law" and how "good looking" he is to our coworker.
The other guy that came in last night had me giggling up a storm. He's one of those people who teases you and is super easy to joke around with. I like those kind of people! He gave me a hard time about "bossing him around" and tried to tell me not to get involved every time he caught me laughing over at my desk. When he said something about taking sides, mom said I had to be on hers. She's my mother and she cooks for me. haha. A few seconds later, through the silence, he says, "so if I cook for her, she'll be on my side?"
Probably... =]
I told him that it depended on how well he could cook. Which turned into him saying his best dish was probably BBQ chicken and we made sure he knew when we were open so he could deliver. hah.
When you end the day with people like that. People that make you laugh. It makes you forget how hard you're working and how long the day has actually been. I could work a thousand hours every day if I could end them all like that.
rose.
9:14pm
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