4:45pm
So I don't want to jump into just giving you all the gossip for the day, but I don't have much else to talk about. Like work is work. Life is life. All that's basically the same day in and day out.
Let me do what I always do anyways: boy gossip...
CK had an appointment today. He showed up late and I gave him a really hard time because he wrote it on his hand and I told him it would wash off and I should put it on a card, but he didn't let me. Our next appointment was already on his way so we told him we could start and then he could wait a bit while the other guy dropped off his stuff.
Well it turns out that a few minutes later the winemaker showed up asking questions. And our appointment arrived. And people were calling and showing up to make appointments. So we ended up leaving CK at the desk. Mom took the other appointment to the back desk and after finishing all my calls I ended up with the winemaker at the middle desk. We had to call some annoying 800 number and I was helping.
Apparently he was trying to talk to me at the same time that I was listening to the recordings. But I had the phone at my left ear and he was also on my left side. I could only hear half of what he said. Not sure why I didn't consider swapping the phone to the other ear until much later. I guess multi-tasking isn't that easy after all!
He asked me something about commuting to work and I mentioned that I lived two blocks away. Then there was a joke about not being able to walk here because my bag was too heavy. haha. There were other jokes about automated phones and whatever else was going on. I don't remember exactly. I just know that it was super easy to talk to him. Sometimes it takes a while to feel out a person and decide what kind of humor they have. But with him it was already like I'd known him for years. [blah....that is such a cliché thing to say. I can't believe that just came out from my fingertips!] I mean I have probably spoken with him more than most of our clients, so there's that. It was kinda forced on me when I was here alone and if I had my license I'm sure I'd do the whole thing. I even went into his stuff today and told him not to say anything because I wasn't licensed. He said that was fine, but then pretended [I hope!] to take a picture with his phone.
We didn't end up getting anything done so he has to come back again later. I won't complain. ;-)
Meanwhile, CK was sitting behind us entertaining himself. He said he was working on other things while he waited. He actually ended up being here for a really long time. Like until almost 3pm. Most of that was work, and the other bits were jokes and chit-chats.
Somewhere near the end, when things slowed down and Mom was busy trying to figure something out on her own, I finally worked up the courage to ask him how much he knew about fixing cars. He said quite a bit and we went on to discuss the possibility of my owning the '65 wildcat and his helping me fix it. I told him I didn't exactly know what I was doing and I would need some help.
He actually seemed really excited about helping with it. Like he asked multiple times when I was going to go check it out so he could go with me. I was hesitant to take it to that level. I mean, are we friends yet? I don't even know. Right as he was walking out the door I said I'd call him when I go check it out and asked if he would answer his phone. He told me to call a couple hours before, leave a message, or send a text. He doesn't have signal out there so that makes it difficult.
I am strongly considering making the necessary calls tomorrow and going out on Sunday. I would really like to see it. It could turn out to be completely covered in rust and smelling of mold. I don't want to waste more time on it if that's the case. My only hitch, if it turns out to be in decent condition, is that I don't have any where to store it right now. There's no space at our house considering we have the old car and the truck sitting around. In an ideally perfect world I would talk to the neighbors, get their permission to store it on their land, and then drive out there every now and again to work on it with CK. Except maybe he would take over the whole project because he's so excited and then I would be left with nothing. ha. I would have to give him strict guidelines, I think.
There seemed to be a lot of hints thrown my way. It's extremely possible that I'm reading way too much into it all, but that's my M.O. and I'm going to mention it anyways. He mentioned he had come by our house one day to drop off beer and it was like trying to get into Fort Knox. Pretty sure we were actually home that day [I mentioned it in here...or OD - whatever], but it could have been a different time. He kept saying he wanted to take us to dinner. To thank us for all the help. We were talking about cooking food and as he described his recipe I made a joke about not wanting roadkill. He said I could come over for fresh bread and a bottle of wine. Shoot! That sounds like the best thing ever! No joke.
Also at some point he made a comment about shooting anyone that came over to his house in the middle of the night. And I said, "note to self: never go over to CK's house at night." He quickly said something like, "no, no. you can come over in the middle of the night all you want." Repeated it several times actually. I couldn't help myself when my brain went to all sorts of gutter thoughts and I tried not to giggle too much. =P
Surely there were a bunch of other words exchanged between us, but I don't remember them all at the moment. It's probably best that I'm not re-running the whole thing through my head a thousand times. Although I'm sure I will soon.
Oh, when I asked if he was going to charge me for checking out the car he said no way because this was like a "friend thing". So I guess that does make us friends? Maybe? Just barely?
Why does it freak me out to think of becoming friends with someone? I feel like I'm not prepared for that. I haven't made a new friend in about a bunch of years. No, seriously. Maybe not since college. Yikes.
Is it weird that if I can make it through this new-friend-freaking-out-phase that I would kind of like to be friends with both these guys? Because I think that might be quite fun. =]
rose.
8:53pm
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