Done with the April Showers

Wow.

It’s 9:30am, and I have nothing to do. This is not a promising situation here.

A few updates:

1. I did get stuck in a group with the annoying kid from yesterday’s post. And listen to how it happened: He came in late, so I didn’t have to talk to him, so I thought I was free and clear. So class started, the professor started talking about groups and he says “we have a group formed—it’s me, Brit, and the three Jennifers.” So I didn’t even get a chance to escape! The man is crazy! At that point, I figured there wasn’t much I could do, so looks like I’ll have to suck it up.

2. Recycling Guy: Haven’t mentioned him in a while—but there’s not much to update on. It’s still the usual witty banter, but that’s about it. He did come in the nick of time to get a wasp out of my office last week, though. It was stuck in the one window in my office that doesn’t open, and I’m allergic to bees (or at least I used to be…I haven’t been stung in years), so I was standing outside my office contemplating what to do when he came by to get my recycling. So he trapped it in a cup for me and let it outside. There’s something sexy about a guy that takes care of bugs for a girl, what can I say? I guess even I need to be rescued once in a while.

3. I am going to go buy myself a new digital camera this weekend! Mine sucks balls and takes horrible pictures, so it’s time to upgrade. I’m going to the camera store so I can be sure to try them all out, but I’m leaning toward this one. I had originally wanted this one but the lovely Madge suggested a Coolpix, and after cruising some pictures taken with Coolpix cameras on Flickr, I think it’s the way to go. I'll still check out the Kodak one, though. In a stroke of luck, my dad had about 60 bucks worth of gift cards for Ritz Cameras from when he bought a new digital last year, so I’ll be able to use them! Shweeeeet.


On this beautiful Friday, I would like to give you some entertainment. Another one of those "Funny Cat Videos" that are beyond silly, but always manage to make me laugh anyway:



PS: OH. MY. GOD.

Hey Recycling Guy!

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Boys, boys...stop fighting over me!

I've had some better luck this afternoon. Recycling Guy who?

Mae West, I am not.

Is that a pistol in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?

Apparently, I have forgotten how to flirt.

Hot Recycling Guy came in today to get the recycling. If you remember from a previous post, I was annoyed that he had been sending his minions to get my recycling because then I couldn't check him out. Well today, he came in.

He comes in my building to get the recycled bottles or to drop off recycling containers and that sort of thing, and whenever he walks by my office, he always smiles and waves. And he doesn't even acknowledge anyone else here, people. So I figure, OK, that's a good start. I even tested it once. I saw him coming, so I was sure to be "working" when he walked by my office.

People: He stopped outside my door and waited until I looked up so he could smile and say hi.

I mean come on.

So naturally I figure I need to get it together and turn on the charm today. So he comes in to get my paper recycling and I start up a conversation--

"Hi Sean, how's it going?"

"Fine." Silence.

OK...that wasn't the best start. Strike One.

"I haven't seen you in here in a while."

"Yeah, my student workers are falling behind because they keep calling in sick, so now I have to do it."

"Oh..."

Alright, now it's really not going well. Strike two. Apparently Grumpy McGrumpterton has inhabited his body. But I'll try again. They recently got new uniform things to wear at work, I'll try that!

"So these are the new duds, huh?"

"Yeah, we all have to wear them now, it's mandatory."

Silence.

"OK, well thanks."

"Yeah."

OK, what the hell?! I know I have not been imagining the coy looks and flirtatious comments in days past. And I mean come on, I was commenting on his clothing. Is that not a clear indication of "HELLO! I'M CHECKING YOU OUT!" ???

But I'm a stubborn ass so I don't give up. I time it right so I "have to take the mail over" when he's leaving the building. I've never been good at that girly stuff, but shit, man, I made a point to walk by him. Isn't that what girls do? And nothing. Strike Three.

Damn.

A/B, next time you have one of your International Guys-Named-Sean Meetings, would you have a chat with him, please?

She works hard for the money

A guy outside my window is serenading his girlfriend with “All You Need is Love,” and I must say they have attracted quite a crowd watching them. Quite entertaining, I must say. Oh, now they’re kissing. Say it with me: aaaaaawwwwwwwwwwww…

Ahem.

I’m quite glad it’s Friday. I’m even gladder that tomorrow is Saturday and I can sleep in. I’m even more pumped that I have Monday off for Labor Day!


Whooppeeee!

Let’s discuss Labor Day here for a moment. Did they just decide, “You know, September’s boring. There are no holidays in September. Let’s put in a day that we can all get off work!” I find it inherently ironic of course that you’re celebrating workers while they’re not working. Furthermore, the only people who really get the day off are those with stuffy desk jobs like myself who, as much as I hate to admit, are the least likely to truly need the day off. I mean, what about the dudes slinging fish down on the docks or the grocery clerks scanning your food for hours at a time? Or the janitors of the world? They sure’s hell don’t get the day off. And I do! Paid, no less! I mean, what kind of holiday is this?! It’s more like, “Hey, we’re going to celebrate your labor. You know how? By making you work more! Back to the galleys, slaves!”

And to protest this silly, rather unfair holiday, I will be having a BBQ and drinking with my friends. [Come on, what am I gonna do, go to work anyway?]

In other news, I have bronchitis. And sinusitis. What is going on with my *@!#%! immune system?? WHY do I have bronchitis in August? And why have I had it for six weeks? And why does my physician assistant have to be so hot when I’m sitting there in a hospital gown?

Speaking of whys & hot guys (hey, that rhymed!), why does the hot recycling guy send his minions to come and get my recycling? Doesn’t he know that I like to be sexist and watch him lift that heavy recycling bin? And then watch his butt as he walks out the door? Someone memo him on this, please.



No, no, not like that!!!




Ah, yes, that’s better.

Have a good weekend, everybody!