Spring has definitely sprung. The flowers are blooming, the scent of honeysuckle is in the air, and men everywhere are sending naked pictures of themselves to the Preacher’s Daughters. Yes, the warm breezes and flowery aromas must be making the men lustful and downright stupid.
In other news, a friend picked me up from work last Friday. Instead of waiting outside like I thought he was going to do, he came into the office and started looking for me. He just walked right on in. When he got to my side of the building my supervisor saw him and asked if she could help him. He told her he was looking for me. Before she could answer I walked out of my cubicle. I hadn’t heard him, so when I saw him I was mortified. As soon as he saw me, he told her, “I’m looking for my Ginger. I’ve lost my Ginger.” Oh, my, God. I quickly shooed him out of the office and we left.
Today as my friend from work, Hot Mama, drove me home, she said, “I have to tell you something.” She proceeded to tell me that after I left work Friday, all the women in the office came over to her desk and started asking all sorts of questions about me and my “friend.” I couldn’t help but laugh because I had no idea they would be so interested in my private life. LOL
She said that they wanted to know who the guy was because he was cute and they didn’t know I was seeing anyone. Evidently they have all been worried that I would quit and/or move away since Teacher broke up with me, I have no family here, and very few friends. She told them that I had no plans on moving anywhere. Then they asked why I didn’t want to be close to my family. Again she explained that I love my family, but can’t live that close to them. I like my freedom.
The funniest part was when she said that they had no idea that I was seeing someone. They thought that I was still heartbroken over Teacher. She frankly told them (this part really made me laugh) that they shouldn’t be fooled by my quiet and shy demeanor. Then she told them that they shouldn’t worry about me because I’m seeing a few people. Hot Mama said, “I hope you’re not mad at me for telling them that.” I told her that I thought it was hilarious. I wasn’t mad at all. All those women think I’m such a quiet little mouse. I only wish I could have seen their faces when she told them.
Now for the sad part. Hot Mama turned in her two-week notice on Monday. 😦 I’m really going to miss her. She was my smoking buddy at first, then she became my friend. I’m happy for her that she’s moving on to a job that she will enjoy much more, but it’s going to be very strange not having anyone at all to talk to at work, and outside of work. I know other people here in town, but no one that I can really talk to who actually understand me. So, yeah. I’m going to miss her.
On a happier note, I ordered saddlebags & new pink handlebar grips for my pink bike, so I should be road ready by Friday!
Happy humping (and riding)!