With Bunkles' implementation of a new computer system not going well, I am only too happy to play second fiddle aournd here... if only so as not have anyone wonder what I am doing with my 8+ hours at work. I am spy-girl material and super invisible...You wish you could be cool like me!
Until I got busted drawing a dancing monkey in a meeting that lasted an hour and a half. (I still don't know what it was about) It was on a sticky note to give to the secretary... the Brit (my boss in NY) thinks it is because I am "motivational". He thinks I'm great. He thinks the sun shines out of my bum. I don't fully understand.
... the translation in my head is "disgruntled". also known as "don't give a flying rats behind" further, please see "waiting for offer from consulting firm so I can politely hand you a piece of paper with 2 sentences expressing my notice of resignation".... but I digress. again.
Head-IT guy has spent lots of quality time on my floor this week. Today he tells me that he got married in May. I am not sure what kind of response this was supposed to illicit.
Let me back up and explain IT guy. Textbook IT guy. Body build like Homer Simpson. Sci-fi reading, some formal college but most of his knowledge comes from figuring stuff out. He is fantastic at what he does and is underpaid as he lack formal degree. He lacks social skills. He drives a Saturn. Car. which is worse than other Saturns. If you drive a Saturn... I'm sorry.
Let's clarify... I'm sorry you drive a Saturn.
This time last year he sent me the most obnoxiously big arrangement of flowers. Because I was graduating and my birthday was later that month... and to ask me to go to lunch with him. That got put off and eventually went away. He would pop up and ask me to marry him once a week. I would smile and pull out the Dream Killer as the convenient boyfriend-safety.
IT guy has never had a girlfriend. Never. No relationships with the opposite sex. I'm not saying he hasn't had sex... I frankly don't want to know.
Back to he got married. He bemoans that I was not here for him to sprinkle his good news to me (I was out about April 19th... got back July 2nd). I ask all of the requisite questions that say I am interested.
How did you meet? Online
How long have you been dating? earlier this year (and you got married in may?)
Where are you going to live? I bought a house
What does she do? She is a cashier at the Casino
Are you guys gonna have kids? No. She has 4. 3 of them now live with us, and one is about to start boot camp!
Oh. I couldn't say anything after this enlightening exchange. Bunkles comes behind me and whispers "Close your mouth." because I was just standing there dumb struck.
Really? is this how these things are done? and at what point do you think that this is ok. but maybe, just maybe I am looking at this the whole wrong way. I'm not trying to be "Connie the Judgemental Cow" (how funny it is a literal Cow but implies it is an unhappy type woman)... but really?
I have to give mom big props though. at least my sell out was a PhD and a professor.
oh and here you go for the Connie reference (you may have to click it to really see it). Bunkles has also seen fit to inform me that as I did not get the magic meter (someone beat me to it) I now have a bit of sunshine on Blanca. Which is fitting because it is raining.
Mono Besos (monkey kisses :)
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