Well, the mailman is gone back to school and didn't even call to say goodbye. I guess this is better because now I'm not even really sad that he's left. It was fun to have a crush on someone again, but now that's over and all I see laying before me is a long year of me not dating anyone because there is no one I'm remotely interested in. C'est la vie.
Alright, so I'm an engineer. I think I've made that obvious, but for anyone stumbling on this page, there's the 411. I'm a 23 year old girl who works with all 50 year old men. Because of this, my office is always unbearably cold. They crank up the air conditioning so high my fingertips end up blue by the end of the day. Despite the fact that I work on the fifth floor and heat rises, it is still like an igloo in my office.
Anyway, yesterday I got into work at 7 and by 7:30 I was trying to eat all the hard candy I had to avoid getting hypothermia. I just couldn't take it.
I assessed my options.
If I were still working in the Broomfield office I could have run home and grabbed a sweater. Alas, I moved back to the Boulder campus and my house is a 20 minute drive away. Plus, it would take forever to drive back in rush hour traffic. That was out of the question.
I thought about running down to Pearl street to buy a new sweater, but by this time it was 7:45 in the morning and the shops wouldn't by open for another hour.
So, I called Sarah at 8 in the morning and asked if I could come and borrow something to wear. I think she was really surprised, I mean who calls you at 8 in the morning on a Tuesday to borrow a sweater?
She said yes, so I ran down the stairs and across the parking lot to my car. As I neared my spot, who but my boss should be walking across the parking lot. He asked me if I'd had enough for the day and I said yes that I was done and I'd see him tomorrow.
Anyway, the moral of the story is that even if it is freakin 90 degrees and sunny outside I'm wearing my ski coat to work.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
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I suppose that the nice thing about working with men this old is that if you're still there in ten years, they'll be going home at 3:00 in the afternoon, because it's almost their bedtime. Then you can turn the heat up as much as you want.
Tried to email how I got 8,000 hits in three months, but AOL wasn't having any of it, so I'll just explain briefly: I'm linked from the front page of http://thatsjustnotright.com/ which has provided me with about eighty-five percent of those hits. Since the majority of those readers are troglodytes, looking for nothing more than pictures of scantily (if that)-clad celebrities, I named my site "No Boobies Here," as a means of informing them that they will not find anything of interest, unless they know how to read. :)
Yeah, that email address is bogus because I hate getting spam on my work address.
About the hit counter....that makes sense. A lot more people like to look at boobs that read someone's thoughts. Simple pleasures, simple minds.
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