Today could have been normal. Could have been. (I would quote Tiffany here, but I won’t)…
So I stop at Starbucks this morning to get my usual Double Venti Non-Fat Caramel Machiatto, for which to start the day…and the girl at the window was so sugary sweet that I actually wanted to get out of my car and hug her. This is comforting at 6:30 am, because no one wants to be up that early. (And yesterday, there was a butch looking British lady who didn’t smile.
It seems like the sun came up way too early this morning, perhaps because I forgot what time the sun normally comes up because it has been so soggy and overcast here lately. It seemed out of place and I kept thinking that I was late when, in actuality, I was earlier than usual.
I have been at work a few minutes more than six hours. My supervisor, (who, since I am a “float” would function as my Pimp) who is also the administrator of the department that I am currently working in has just left. She evidently came to talk to some of the employees about some petty arguing that has been happening around the office. Which, I have evidently been completely oblivious to. I try to stay out of this crap because I just got out of a job where putting up with it was standard. I hate it.
Right as my supervisor walks into the supervisor’s office, the girl behind me tells me, “Guess what I heard! You and I are screwing _______” . The new girl, (who I will now affectionately refer to as “Skeezah”), is, from what I hear responsible for this and ______ is otherwise known as “BOY” or the boy that I have been crushing on…or MORE commonly known as THE SUPERVISOR. Apparently, we are having a hot, steamy affair. And it is all sordid and scandalous. And I am a harlot.
Now, this is all quite entertaining and ironic considering, that THIS is how I find out that he isn’t married (after I have spent the last 3 weeks trying to find out without seeming interested. And I can say NOW that, if I had known that we were having sex, I wouldn’t have been so self conscious about people knowing that I was interested!
Anyway, Skeezah is creating quite a lovely little mess here. I must say, it is entertaining to watch. However, I would prefer that my place in her little story was not under the supervisor’s desk.
I wonder if Boy knows we are an item…I sure hope I’m good!