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No One Said They Had to Be Consecutive
Day Two of Thinking Happy Thoughts:
I flirted with a guy at work. He’s kinda cute, not that I was attempting to pick him up or anything, but it’s nice to know that people still find me attractive, ya know?



At Staples we have these people called “EZTech” (a cute little abbreviation of “Easy Technician”). Who are, as you may have guessed, computer/printer/technology experts, who are here to make buying your office machine easy, by knowing all the little details so you can sit there dumbly & just fork over the cash. I call them easy techs because they are completely inept at talking to the opposite sex. (i.e. girls, because they swear that the EZTech shirt does not come in female size) So one would naturally assume that they would jump into bed with out the slightest thought to morals. Or atleast it’s a fun way to rib them. Cause after all, they did assume I was a porn star & rode that joke to it’s death.

I tell you that little ditty to tell you this story; yesterday, minding my own business, wandering the store in search of a bathroom, I run into Josh, an EZTech. Kinda cute, if you like beanpoles. That look like they’ve never seen the sun. And wear a hint of eyeliner because they get yelled at if they wear more. Oooh, did I mention that he just got double inner-conch piercings? But I literally run smack-flush into him, as he is backing down the intersecting isle, dragging a ladder & shaking his ass in what I could only assume was a dance in tune to whatever he was listening to on his cleverly hidden iPod nano. (How many times did I change tense in this paragraph?!?)

Anyways, running into Josh. Right. Go: I’m getting so distracted here, I do thank you for bearing with me. Truly, I really do. & I’d like to thank . . .

So, after assaulting my co-worker, I try to play it chill. After all, I’ve already been attacked by a vicious, spring loaded stapler, I’d hate for them to think I’d gotten rabies from it. I casually enquire, “What are you up to, Josh?”
He replies with an adorable, shy little smile & mumbles, “Not much, you?” Seriously, this kid toes the ground while he peaks up through his eyelashes at me. Not an EZ feat when he’s got to be like, 5’7”, shortest, to my 4’11”, with shoes on.
I just find it a little tacky to say ‘going to go drain the sea beast’ to a co-worker that I’ve yet to properly converse with (plus I had already spotted the sign saying ‘restroom’ & thus didn’t need to enlist his help finding it). So I substituted, “Going crazy, wanna come?”
& It looked like that boy was about to, right then & there. Cream his panties, that is. Not entirely sure what caused that, as I wasn’t being very flirty, didn’t say it with any hint of double entendre, or even imply that there could be a sexual meaning behind it. Hell, I was even in my very un-sexy, un-flattering, much too big work uniform. (Although, I was wearing my ass-hugging slacks, but I had some serious panty-line, so they don’t count, right?)

This poor boy, regardless of the trigger, instantly painted a target on his face. Not that I’m a horribly mean person, or anything, but some harmless flirting is just fun. : ) Plus,I’mnotdenyingthatthefeelingofbeingincontrol,howeverbreifly&shallowly The rest of my night is spent “Stepping it up a notch” to the point of comments that could actually be seen as mildly flirty.

Have you seen the commercial about L.L. Cool Jay before he used Old Spice? Where the girl walks up, all smooth & sexy, then he squeaks & runs back to the huddle of his friends? It was just like that, believe it! 5 points to whomever catches that reference! I don’t know if this kid is on crack, or just that God-Honest-Repressed, but it was ADORABLE.

&& He totally took out all the garbage in copy center. I do believe he was attempting to flirt back. ; )



Or not. It’s your life. I lack the militant power to force you to obey . . . for now.


Oh, also, I’m kicking ass at work. Lastnight was my first night working by myself & I aced it. Unless I am horribly mistaken, I should have a job still tomorrow : ) I’ve even got customers telling my Copy Center Specialist to “Suck it, I was talking to Scarlette & she was doing just fine. Now butt out, ya Popsicle!” Of course, they tell me that this particular customer is schizophrenic & occasionally goes off his meds & gets paranoid like this, but I think they’re just jealous!