September 8th, 2011

Question the First:
the other day at work, someone I went to school with shows up. I don’t recognize his name at first, but we chat and it’s light-hearted and I tease his kids, find out he’s a single dad, just moved back home and in the end – hand off my number so we can catch up sometime.

Text mom – and say ??? Do we know this dude? Realize who it is. Oh. dear. Not a fan in jr high/high school. But it was 20 years ago, so who knows. Did do a quick background check (thanks to mom working where she does) and there are a couple red flags. But…all I said was “gimme a call sometime, we’ll catch up.” He’ll never call.

He called.

I didn’t recognize the number, so didn’t answer, and listened to the message. Apologized for waiting a couple days, said to call back. Nothing big, or anything.

So – do I call him back, and do the old (not)friend catchup thing or not?

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Question the 2nd:

On a scale of 1-10, how desperate does one have to be to sign up for a dating site? Is it really acceptable in today’s society? especially as someone [we wont say who] tends to type better than talk anyway? As frightening as that is when one considers her lack of spelling and grammar skills?

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Answer:
No, I will not delve into the reasons behind the previous post. Let’s just say: It’s been 6 years, what’s another decade or two? The end.

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Question the 3rd:
Hello? Does anyone still even check this thing since I tend to forget it too?

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There is no question 4.

September 2nd, 2011

I’m so stupid.

September 2nd, 2011

APK: you’re packing up the rubber boots? But it’s raining!
Me: fishing season is over! I got winter boots to go out! No room for both..
APK: Ah. Well, you know you should probably Inventory Prep them…
Me: did ya even look at the box? I am so far ahead of you – by two other pallets worth.
APK: oooooooooooh. (sly look) so you’re not as dumb as you look…
me: HEY!
APK: not that such a thing would be possible..
Me: Oh. You. Did. NOT….
APK: (grinning chuckle) sorry – you kinda walked right into that… I shouldn’t a said it.. but it was funny!
Me: mmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhmmmmm.

August 29th, 2011

This was playing at work today – and no lie, one of my Jewelry girls says “Is that Justin Beiber?” I sputtered, then almost spit, and was all “What?! This was sung before he was even a glimmer in his mama’s eyes! It’s from late 80s! 1989, I think!” and she looked at me blankly. And then I spent a couple hours trying to remember Roxette’s name – during which I tried to feel better about the fact that I’m working with BABIES at the store…

Babies who look at you blankly when you mention 1989.

Add to that, a cashier asked me, all so happily:
“MOM! (they all call me mom) Do you have any of you 80s clothes left? They’re back IN!”

Harumph. Do I have any left. LIKE I STOPPED WEARING THEM. *slips on leg warmers and leggins and long t-shirt and POOFS HAIR* Yeah boy!

But mostly – Justin Beiber. REALLY?!?!
[Filed under: The 80s weren't THAT long ago, people! GOSH!]

August 9th, 2011

“Ebrima Manneh

Hello Lessa,
How are you? Nice to meet your profile. I like you so much and i want to be friend with you. Hope you will appreciate that? welcome all the time.

My name is Ebrima Manneh. I live in The Gambia, west Africa. wish to hear you and share ideas and different culture and nature with you. Love to hear you soon and be happy all the time.

All the best to you………………”

Oh Ebrima. nice to meet your profile as well. *Smirk* especially as I’m welcome all the time, and apparently the sound of my voice would make him happy all the time…

Nope. Not that desperate. Not even close.

  • Hey! You!

    Yeah you! All this bullshit I write? Is mine. So keep your hands off, will ya? I'm sure you could totally come up with better shit on your own.

    Also - dude. All opinions stated herein these pages are my own, and not those of anyone I might work for. Just in case you think I'm slamming something important, like, oh, say, my work place. I love my job, my co-workers, and anything that you might think is about you? Well, you might be right. Just remember I show my affection by endless nagging, picking on, laughing, etc. :) We're adults. Well. I am. On the outside.

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