Hi everyone!
I know, I know, it has been awhile since I’ve posted. Work has been extremely busy and chaotic. The magazine is doing construction on our floor/department which means working with wires, sheets of plasterboard and handymen all around your workstation. Can a girl get a little work done???
Friday Jill asked me out for a coffee on our lunch break, so I dropped my plans to go to the gym and headed out with her. We grabbed 2 stools in the front of the cafe where there is a long counter in front of the window. It’s my favourite spot in this cafe since you can see everyone passing by. We talked for a bit and then sat in silence enjoying our cappuccinos. INSERT EMBARRASSING MOMENT: I look up to see Suit walking into the cafe and grab a seat beside us. I didn’t realize I had foam all over my upper lip. Jill gave me a quick nudge and discreetly points to her lip. I quickly wiped off the foam from my mouth but he had seen and let out a chuckle. We talked for a bit, it seemed to go well. After 15 min he had to get going, but thanked us for the chat and left. This is when I turned to Jill and freaked out:
A- What the hell?
J- What? (innocently)
A- What was he doing here?
J- Oh. I invited him (grinning)
A- Alittle notice next time?
J- What? I thought you handled yourself well. He seemed pretty into you, too.
A- (stuttering at this point).. yeah.. but.. i mean... Ok.. ok. Do you really think it went well?
J- Absolutely. He likes you. (giggling)
A- I think i'm going to be sick.
J- Should I call him back? If you don't feel well, I mean, he could give you a checkup, make sure it's not the flu. (laughing)
A- I'll be fine. Oh god ! The foam! He probably thinks I'm a complete retard.
J- Nah, guys like that.. shows your real.
A- I guess...
After a half hour and a tuna sandwich, we headed back to the office. I didn't really get any work done after that encounter. I spent the rest of the day wondering how my hair looked, was I interesting enough?, did he enjoy the conversation?, had he come because I was there?, had he come because Jill was there?, was he interested? or was I becoming a 'buddy'? 5 o'clock was finally here and I left for the day. My weekend has been quite so I spent the last 2 days cleaning my apartment and replying to emails that were long overdue. I have to go back to work tomorrow and instead of having my mind on my work, I'm stuck thinking of Suit. By the way, we(Jill & I) still haven't figured out his name. Welcome to Junior High. I'm not even sure office romances are allowed in our company.. better figure this out. Not that it matters, Suit is out of my league. Like I said: Junior High.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
Suit
Hi guys!
After a nice long weekend, I really didn’t want to head back to the office. I feel like there is always a pile on my desk, a deadline and never enough time to accomplish ANYTHING. It is not all bad though, there’s a guy. Isn’t that always the case? I don’t even know his name yet, but he always wears these fashionable suits and ties. This man looks like he just stepped out of the show Gossip Girl or something. I think I’ll call him Suit until I get some courage to actually talk to him. I was at my desk today proof-reading an article when Suit walked by. Being the goof I am, I managed a half smile and then sunk back into my chair and hid my face under my bangs. It’s this junior-high crap that really frustrates me. I mean, I frustrate myself when I act like this. I could hear myself yelling Just go! Say hi! Ask a question! Do something! Move! It’s not that complicated but whenever he’s around, my IQ drops 10 points. It’s driving me crazy. My friend Jill says she saw him looking at me the other day. Maybe I had food on my face. Maybe I’ll talk to Suit tomorrow. What if he's married? I didn't see a ring on his hand. Or if he's in a relationship? Won't I look like an idiot! He's gay! Of course, just my luck. Ok ok, I'm being mellow dramatic. I'll talk to him. Now all I need is a good reason. Any ideas???
After a nice long weekend, I really didn’t want to head back to the office. I feel like there is always a pile on my desk, a deadline and never enough time to accomplish ANYTHING. It is not all bad though, there’s a guy. Isn’t that always the case? I don’t even know his name yet, but he always wears these fashionable suits and ties. This man looks like he just stepped out of the show Gossip Girl or something. I think I’ll call him Suit until I get some courage to actually talk to him. I was at my desk today proof-reading an article when Suit walked by. Being the goof I am, I managed a half smile and then sunk back into my chair and hid my face under my bangs. It’s this junior-high crap that really frustrates me. I mean, I frustrate myself when I act like this. I could hear myself yelling Just go! Say hi! Ask a question! Do something! Move! It’s not that complicated but whenever he’s around, my IQ drops 10 points. It’s driving me crazy. My friend Jill says she saw him looking at me the other day. Maybe I had food on my face. Maybe I’ll talk to Suit tomorrow. What if he's married? I didn't see a ring on his hand. Or if he's in a relationship? Won't I look like an idiot! He's gay! Of course, just my luck. Ok ok, I'm being mellow dramatic. I'll talk to him. Now all I need is a good reason. Any ideas???
Sunday, January 4, 2009
Apartment # 11
Hello readers!
I hope you had a great weekend! I certainly did. Except for the little dispute I had with my neighbour from apartment 11. At 4 am on Saturday morning, I woke up to use the washroom. This is when I saw a huge circle of wet ceiling. At this point, I realize a pipe or something of that nature must have broken/leaked above my head. So being the curious female that I am, I stand up on the toilet and poke at the wet ceiling with my finger. BAD IDEA! A good 2 x 2 foot piece of plaster falls to the ground with a few pints of muddy water. After cleaning up what I could, I went up to her apartment to discuss the present turn of events. This is roughly what happened (I must remind you that this happened at 4 in the morning):
A - *knock knock knock*
Apt 11 - (after a few minutes) what is it?
A – I’m sorry to be knocking at your door at this hour, but do you know if the tap or something is running in your bathroom?
Apt 11 – No, it’s not. What time is it?
A – I know, it is early. I’ve got this huge hole in my bathroom ceiling. There’s water dripping like crazy. Are you sure there’s not a tap on? Maybe the toilet was running all night?
Apt 11 – I told you already. NO. Listen, I’ve got to get up early this morning, just call the landlord or something.
A – I know, I’m going to. I just thought I’d go to the source of the problem first. See if I could do something right away.
Apt 11 – What do you mean, problem? It’s not my problem.
A – I didn’t say that. I’m simply saying that water is leaking from above my apartment and your apartment is above mine. I just wanted to make sure I know where it’s coming from.
Apt 11 – Well I told you already. Are you not hearing me?
A – Ok, I understand you. I’ll call the landlord this morning.
Apt 11 – and what? Say that it’s my fault?
A – I didn’t say that, I’m going to let him figure out where it’s coming from. Sorry I woke you. (at this point, i’m pissed off)
Apt 11 – (grumbles something I don’t comprehend) (slams the door)
A – (hoping she’ll hear me) What a bitch!
This is one of the few problems I have about living in a city, apartments. A bunch of strangers living under the same roof and when something goes wrong, everyone either points the finger or looks the other way. Anyways, I called the landlord at 8am and told him what happened. As it turns out, this woman had a big broken seal around her toilet and from what the landlord tells me, it was pretty obvious and that she should have phoned him about it. This is just another reason to add on my list of REASONS WHY I SHOULD BUY A HOUSE/CONDO.
He fixed her toilet and over the next week, he’s going to come and fix the hole in my ceiling. Until then, I’ve put up a sheet of poster board using pushpins to block the hole... and they say only Martha Stewart knows the best tricks. Pfff.
I hope you had a great weekend! I certainly did. Except for the little dispute I had with my neighbour from apartment 11. At 4 am on Saturday morning, I woke up to use the washroom. This is when I saw a huge circle of wet ceiling. At this point, I realize a pipe or something of that nature must have broken/leaked above my head. So being the curious female that I am, I stand up on the toilet and poke at the wet ceiling with my finger. BAD IDEA! A good 2 x 2 foot piece of plaster falls to the ground with a few pints of muddy water. After cleaning up what I could, I went up to her apartment to discuss the present turn of events. This is roughly what happened (I must remind you that this happened at 4 in the morning):
A - *knock knock knock*
Apt 11 - (after a few minutes) what is it?
A – I’m sorry to be knocking at your door at this hour, but do you know if the tap or something is running in your bathroom?
Apt 11 – No, it’s not. What time is it?
A – I know, it is early. I’ve got this huge hole in my bathroom ceiling. There’s water dripping like crazy. Are you sure there’s not a tap on? Maybe the toilet was running all night?
Apt 11 – I told you already. NO. Listen, I’ve got to get up early this morning, just call the landlord or something.
A – I know, I’m going to. I just thought I’d go to the source of the problem first. See if I could do something right away.
Apt 11 – What do you mean, problem? It’s not my problem.
A – I didn’t say that. I’m simply saying that water is leaking from above my apartment and your apartment is above mine. I just wanted to make sure I know where it’s coming from.
Apt 11 – Well I told you already. Are you not hearing me?
A – Ok, I understand you. I’ll call the landlord this morning.
Apt 11 – and what? Say that it’s my fault?
A – I didn’t say that, I’m going to let him figure out where it’s coming from. Sorry I woke you. (at this point, i’m pissed off)
Apt 11 – (grumbles something I don’t comprehend) (slams the door)
A – (hoping she’ll hear me) What a bitch!
This is one of the few problems I have about living in a city, apartments. A bunch of strangers living under the same roof and when something goes wrong, everyone either points the finger or looks the other way. Anyways, I called the landlord at 8am and told him what happened. As it turns out, this woman had a big broken seal around her toilet and from what the landlord tells me, it was pretty obvious and that she should have phoned him about it. This is just another reason to add on my list of REASONS WHY I SHOULD BUY A HOUSE/CONDO.
He fixed her toilet and over the next week, he’s going to come and fix the hole in my ceiling. Until then, I’ve put up a sheet of poster board using pushpins to block the hole... and they say only Martha Stewart knows the best tricks. Pfff.
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