Monthly Archives: August 2017

the Pepsi man

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Ya know, I said the last place I’d ever meet a man is at my place of work.

Well… I think I was wrong.

Recently, well the last 6 months or so the Pepsi man has started flirting with me.  Time before last when he was there I was standing up at the front desk and he walked up and stood very close behind me.  I think we both felt it.  He really shouldn’t breathe on the back of my neck like that!!

Then friday when he was there he came in right before lunch and loaded the machine and he was back in the back office talking to the supervisor.  By the time I got clocked out and to the front door he was right behind the other girl that goes to lunch at the same time and he walked out with me.

Everybody in the office is aware that he is flirting with me.  Well most everybody anyway.  The woman that’s my best friend in the office (and out) said he barely even says hello to her and he walks right past her desk and he talks to the supervisor but he flirts with me.  One of the other girls that goes out on break at the same time as I do said something about they have actually discussed the way he flirts with me!!  LOL

Hopefully before too much longer he’ll get brave enough to ask me out.

 

 

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sometimes life is just really, really weird

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I got a friend request on facebook from the guy I was dating when I met SfB.  So I friended him.  Then last night I ran and got some take out and when I drove into the parking lot the guy that lived with one of the ladies downstairs hollered at me and said “hey, I think you know my room mate!”  And then said his name!!!

How weird is that?

 

mother rant

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Because of what has happened with my oldest son, I’ve had to speak to my mother.  4 times.  The last time is the last time I’m going to speak to her.  She actually had the nerve to call me and ask if I had SfB address or phone number!!!

The conversation went like this,

me, hello

her, I have a piece of mail for Bill I’d really like to get to him.  Do you have his address or phone number?

me, noooo

her,  do you know anybody that would?

me, noooo

her, well, I’d really like to get it to him

me, draw a line thru the address and write not at this address and put it back in the mail and let them deal with it.

her, (whiny voice) well if he doesn’t have a forwarding address on file…

me interrupts with,That’s HIS problem!

her, (hateful voice) well okay then.

And she hung up on me!!!  I about fell out of the chair!!

I know for a fact she didn’t have phone numbers or addresses for either of her ex-husbands after 4 years. Including my father. Why the fuck does she think I would have it???  And seriously, everybody that I know that was friends with SfB won’t have anything to do with him.