Men at Work
I went to work and kind of got less sad. I also left half my brain at home, so I was kind of out of it and didn't really concern myself too much with the public's problems today. They complain, and I just nod my head and say "ok". And then I go back to what I was doing.
Sometimes when I'm at work the men around me act kind of funny. One of them I think would love to tear my clothes off and have his way with me, but obviously can't since we're at work. But he touches me a lot. I don't really mind all that much because of course I like the attention, but I know not to test those waters unless I'm ok with the possible consequences of doing so. Another guy always seems to be really happy to see me, and he likes to talk and hang out when we can and he's really nice to me. He's also almost 10 years younger than me, so he seems like kind of a kid to me. But sometimes he hugs me and asks me when I'm working again and I don't know if he's just making conversation or if he's really looking forward to working with me again. And it wouldn't be because I'm such a diligent worker. I do what I have to and nothing more. Yes, I'm a slacker, but if you did my job, you probably would be too.
I think on the whole the guys at work are kind of protective of us girls, and they seem to enjoy showing us all how they can lift heavy objects, which is just fine by me because I'm not too keen on heavy lifting.
Also, there was a man with the conference today who came and asked me some questions about the food, and as he walked past me he put both his hands on my shoulders. He was kind of cute, but what kind of crazy dude thinks it's ok to touch a woman he doesn't know? At her place of employment? It made me feel kind of weird, since he obviously was ignoring the boundaries that most people observe when they are a customer somewhere. I have certainly never touched a salesperson or waiter like that. Creepy.
Anyway, today was kind of quiet, and my phone rang just enough times to make me happy and the conversations were just long enough to satisfy my appetite for company. You should call me some time, because I'm sure we have stories to trade.
Sometimes when I'm at work the men around me act kind of funny. One of them I think would love to tear my clothes off and have his way with me, but obviously can't since we're at work. But he touches me a lot. I don't really mind all that much because of course I like the attention, but I know not to test those waters unless I'm ok with the possible consequences of doing so. Another guy always seems to be really happy to see me, and he likes to talk and hang out when we can and he's really nice to me. He's also almost 10 years younger than me, so he seems like kind of a kid to me. But sometimes he hugs me and asks me when I'm working again and I don't know if he's just making conversation or if he's really looking forward to working with me again. And it wouldn't be because I'm such a diligent worker. I do what I have to and nothing more. Yes, I'm a slacker, but if you did my job, you probably would be too.
I think on the whole the guys at work are kind of protective of us girls, and they seem to enjoy showing us all how they can lift heavy objects, which is just fine by me because I'm not too keen on heavy lifting.
Also, there was a man with the conference today who came and asked me some questions about the food, and as he walked past me he put both his hands on my shoulders. He was kind of cute, but what kind of crazy dude thinks it's ok to touch a woman he doesn't know? At her place of employment? It made me feel kind of weird, since he obviously was ignoring the boundaries that most people observe when they are a customer somewhere. I have certainly never touched a salesperson or waiter like that. Creepy.
Anyway, today was kind of quiet, and my phone rang just enough times to make me happy and the conversations were just long enough to satisfy my appetite for company. You should call me some time, because I'm sure we have stories to trade.
posted by Ocean | 9:53 PM
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