Life at work is a strange thing...
I was more than a little stressed out about mentioning my exam schedule to my Supervisor. I was terrified that when he heard that I needed two afternoons off, that he'd just decide that I wasn't required any further for the job. Heaven knows, he's sent enough people away over the past two weeks. But, when I asked him if it would be alright if I left at 11:00am on Monday and Wednesday next week, he just said, "Yeah, sure, no problem."
Cool. I guess that means I'm there for another week. I hate being a temp.
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One of the guys who works as a material handler is a bona fide portrait artist. He's been working on a commission piece during his breaks over the last week. Today, he decided to do something different: he did a sketch of me reading a book. I didn't have a clue until he brought it over to show me at the end of break. Apparently, everyone else in the lunchroom was aware of it, and suitably impressed with the amazing likeness.
For a quick, less-than-10-minute sketch, I was floored. I asked him if he had a business card, and he pulled one out for me, saying "I'm not trying to sell anything, I just wanted to sketch you." Then he ducked out of the lunchroom. Yeah, he knew what was coming next.
Of course, as soon as he was gone, the girls started doing what they do best - making up rumours and gossip. "Ooh, Boozymatic, he's got a crush on you!" says one, while another adds, "Yeah, he wants to get jiggy-jiggy with you." Meanwhile, VH says, "Oh, no, you guys! Don't tell MrQ, he'll get jealous!" One of the ladies, who recently went to Medieval Times in Toronto, said, "Hey, maybe they'll joust with the forklifts!" Cue roars of laughter, while I try to ignore the whole thing.
When I got home, I checked out his website, GreyMatterArts.com. Holy shit, this guy does amazing work! And, yes, he is that good looking in real life.
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Later this afternoon, MrQ come over to where I am working. He says, "I hear that I should be jealous - is this true?" I tell him that he has nothing to worry about. "I saw the picture, it's really good. I can't draw, but I am talented..." I interrupt and tell him to get back to work.
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Parting words of wisdom from our Supervisor, upon hearing that a co-worker is back in hospital with heart-related problems: "Ladies, life is short. All of you go home this afternoon and fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Comment in ladies locker room shortly thereafter, "See, Boozymatic, you should do what Supervisor said. Your husband is not home until late, and there are two experienced men waiting for you! Yes, they'll help you study and play Health Inspector. Now you have options!" One woman pipes up, "Boozymatic, I didn't know you were married!" VH adds, "Yeah, but since when does that matter around here?"
Indeed. Why me? Am I destined to be found interesting by married men everywhere I go? Sigh.
Cool. I guess that means I'm there for another week. I hate being a temp.
~~/~~/~~
One of the guys who works as a material handler is a bona fide portrait artist. He's been working on a commission piece during his breaks over the last week. Today, he decided to do something different: he did a sketch of me reading a book. I didn't have a clue until he brought it over to show me at the end of break. Apparently, everyone else in the lunchroom was aware of it, and suitably impressed with the amazing likeness.
For a quick, less-than-10-minute sketch, I was floored. I asked him if he had a business card, and he pulled one out for me, saying "I'm not trying to sell anything, I just wanted to sketch you." Then he ducked out of the lunchroom. Yeah, he knew what was coming next.
Of course, as soon as he was gone, the girls started doing what they do best - making up rumours and gossip. "Ooh, Boozymatic, he's got a crush on you!" says one, while another adds, "Yeah, he wants to get jiggy-jiggy with you." Meanwhile, VH says, "Oh, no, you guys! Don't tell MrQ, he'll get jealous!" One of the ladies, who recently went to Medieval Times in Toronto, said, "Hey, maybe they'll joust with the forklifts!" Cue roars of laughter, while I try to ignore the whole thing.
When I got home, I checked out his website, GreyMatterArts.com. Holy shit, this guy does amazing work! And, yes, he is that good looking in real life.
~~/~~/~~
Later this afternoon, MrQ come over to where I am working. He says, "I hear that I should be jealous - is this true?" I tell him that he has nothing to worry about. "I saw the picture, it's really good. I can't draw, but I am talented..." I interrupt and tell him to get back to work.
~~/~~/~~
Parting words of wisdom from our Supervisor, upon hearing that a co-worker is back in hospital with heart-related problems: "Ladies, life is short. All of you go home this afternoon and fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Comment in ladies locker room shortly thereafter, "See, Boozymatic, you should do what Supervisor said. Your husband is not home until late, and there are two experienced men waiting for you! Yes, they'll help you study and play Health Inspector. Now you have options!" One woman pipes up, "Boozymatic, I didn't know you were married!" VH adds, "Yeah, but since when does that matter around here?"
Indeed. Why me? Am I destined to be found interesting by married men everywhere I go? Sigh.