I think i’m sick. Or dying. I don’t know… i’m very hot even though i’m not running the slightest temperature, and i can’t seem to get comfortable. I think someone drugged me while i was at work or something…
One of my co-workers had a near death experience with alcohol the other day. And, when i say near death, my meaning is that her heart stopped at some point. By the grace of god (or someone) she was with a very responsible friend who got her to a hospital immediately, but she’s mired in trouble that runs deeper than a radical detoxification can cure. It’s just a shame when good intelligent people get wrapped up in other people’s problems, and worse when they can’t get untangled from their own.
Hitting on me is very flattering, to be sure, and i usually don’t even mind when people who aren’t my type hit on me. However, in the “not my type” category, way too many gay men have been flirting with me lately. I’m not sure if i’m putting off pheremones or something, but i’m starting to feel a bit uncomfortable. Today at work i was alone in the store and a totally unescapable head on flirting collision occurred. One of my customers just kept talking and talking at me (“Are you from Philly?” “Oh, i’m not from here, but i love this city, don’t you?”) even after i had gotten him coffee, given him change, and made the requisite idle chatter. Only very favourite customers get to hang around and chat any longer than that unless they’ve hit upon some delightful subject. And trust me, he hadn’t.
Now, i’m not sure if any of the 20-thru-30-something men stop to think about this, but i’m only 19, and by the most exaggerated account i might be 21 (based on how i “conduct myself). More likely, if i shaved a few key spots i could easily be making huge bucks being passed off as child pornography. I know that might be rather titilating, but between my relative youth and my being straight, the gay guys are working a few of my mid-to-last nerves.
And i’m flattered, of course.
Shit, i’m late for work. But first, YAY NICCI!!!!!
Recently i have found myself flirting at work. It started out unintentionally, though. During my last shift a quiet and seemingly young woman came in to order a latté. After she departed, Stephanie pointed out that i seemed to be flirting with her to the best of my ability, and i agreed without challenging her opinion. The girl was pleasant, attractive, and seemed to be around Me & Steph’s age. During the course of the day she earned the nickname “cute latté girl,” but seeing as neither of us had served her before we didn’t expect to see her again. I was entirely shocked to see her return to the store today, buying our last plain bagel and a hot chocolate. I had just arrived, so was so full of energy anyway that flirting was beside the point. However, today the young lady sat down (with her back to the counter) and read a book while she sipped her hot chocolate. Ever the suspicious wierdo, i took the opportunity to regal Stephanie with my tale of the Weezer concert in case the girl was listening in. What better way to impress upon someone the nuances of my personality than to talk about a recent concert experience? Anyhow, after a longish period of time (and the entire Weezer story) the girl exited the store, visited the nearby newsstand, and then disappeared down the hall.
Stephanie decided to wait until next week to follow her for me.