Just Call Me E-Idiot! in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

Dragged ass into work this morning and plopped down at my computer. Groggy and grouchy. The norm as of late. Noticed some paperwork sitting in front of the monitor and wondered what the hell it was.

Um.

It was some personal e-mails that I’d printed out so that I could answer without scrolling or something. Yeah. Something brilliant like that. I rifled through the papers some more, noting the extremely personal nature of the forwards and replies. It was fairly sugary sweet stuff between Scott and me. And also a rather lengthy e-mail from the interesting internet date possibility. Why the hell did I print that stuff out? And why the hell wouldn’t I notice the notes just sitting there before I left for the weekend??

And then I noticed something else tucked within the stack….it was an OD entry! Not only that. It was the OD entry in which I’d gone on and on about what a prick Mr. Peepers is!! HOLY SHIT! I looked around to see if anything might have shifted in the office over the weekend. Did he come into my area? Did he see the entry? Am I fired? Oh crap! What the hell was I thinking on Friday (other than, “I can’t wait to get the hell outta here.”)??

Let’s just chalk it up to one of the more stupid things I’ve ever done at work (since most of the things I do lately are not too swift anyway).

I was so reluctant to even move! I froze for a good five minutes just trying to recall exactly how I’d left the office on Friday. The only saving grace, it seemed, was that it appeared that nobody had been in my cubicle over the weekend. Everything was still about as messy and discombobulated as it normally is. In fact, my cube is pretty much booby-trapped, and I can usually sorta tell if someone’s been in here.

And then I figured, well…I’ve been found on OD before. Why not one more ill-timed discovery?

Really strange thing is—Peepers has been acting like a normal human being today. In fact, it appears that he may have fallen a notch from Big Boss’s “special” ladder. I wonder what could have happened. Hmmm. But boy, was he bitching about her today! I mean, he’s even made extra special attempts at being somewhat…nice (???????)…..personable (???????) to me today.

And one thing that was really bizarre: today he said something to the effect of, “I can do nothing right with her lately.”

I just looked at him and sort of shrugged my shoulders. I mean, what am I going to say?!

So he finished my sentence for me: “Join the club, right?”

I just smiled. A timid smile. Because I feel like it’s a set up or something. I swear…I must remain 100% businesslike. Can’t let my guard down. Nope. No way. Not a negative word must be said.

I KNOW NOTHING!!

Speaking of e-mails….I just opened one from one of the Girls’ Trip girls. The subject of the e-mail was “That’s Good Stuff, Write it Down!” It’s chock full of quotes from our long weekend. I just spent five minutes laughing quietly until tears started rolling down my cheeks. I love those girls so much!

Lastly, Scott e-mailed this morning asking me how my day was going and telling me that Lovely seemed a bit upset with him, and that he’s kinda mad that she wants his attention all of a sudden. Hmmmm….who’s the attention whore now?

Scott wrote, “…I don’t know what to do…I think she’s just a little jealous is all. If she really wanted me, she’d have made it known a long time ago (I’ve known her for 2 years for Christsakes!). It’s not really fair to me, or you for that matter. I don’t want to get in between you and her, but I’m not going to stop ‘pursuing’ you unless you really want me to (hope not!)….”

Guess you could say that lately my life keeps me young (read: immature).

I feel so High School.