Andrea? Andrea who??
Hi guys, bet you missed me.
I feel the need to vent, so I feel that this post might be a bit long. That and I haven't updated oh... Since the Sheldon era. And kids, the Sheldon era is soooo over.
What brought this on? Well, the man doesn't appreciate me. Not nearly enough. I was at your disposal, for 6 whole months. And not one shopping spree came of it. Do you THINK that I am having mediocre sex with a middle aged man who has brain seizures just so I can sit and look pretty in his Jag once in a WHILE? Oh hell no. So after a non- returned from me- re Happy 2006 sweetheart, we called it quits. For the best really, I didn't even cry.
SO. What has the new year brought? Oh hell. I see it being a good year. You remember Gents and the boys? Okay- Let me reacquaint you all.
Gents- (Gentile) Known as the only place to go to see and be seen for lunch, lattes, socializing, etc, it is Chantal's and my runway. God, we've gotten well known. Anyway, upstairs, there's the pool table for the boys, and downstairs, is the fooseball table for the boys. We sit downstairs, in OUR seat. I actually told a woman to remove her jacket from my chair the other day. HA.
The boys:
David- The owner of Buffalo. My original favourite.
Michel- One of the brothers. The trustworthy one. Also the religious one who doesn't cheat on his wife. MERDE.
Charles- Another one of the brothers. The one Chantal claimed. The one with the sense of humour.
Andrew- Partner in Dex Clothing. A client and my HILARIOUS acquaintance. We flirt and laugh like there's no tomorrow.
Albert- Charles' sidekick (not a brother and HIDEOUS, but a nice guy). I think he's mad at us for ignoring him.
Freaky Deaky Guy- (See title, we don't really know what he does in life)
Freaky Deaky Post Office Guy- (See title, always checks me out)
Ariel- My August/September/October fling. Now a good aquaintance. With a Porsche.
Evik- The owner of Rudsak. The hot one. The man of my dreams. No not really, depends on the day.
Michel S- works for the boys.
As Chantal and I were leaving the other day- Michel S tapped Albert on the shoulder and asked him something. Michel S. then went to the stairs and called David at the pool table. He came over and stood on the stairs. I brushed by in my usual "strutty" manner and he stopped me.
David: Andréa..
Me:... Yes...
David: Tell me something dirty..
Me: No... Its your turn.
David: No, its yours, remember.
Me: Crap, you're right, it is, I hate you (... So I told him something)
David: Where are you going???
Me: Back to work. Some of us work, you know.
David: Haha. See you (double kiss)
ON THE STAIRS. AT GENTS. Fuck, if I wasn;t famous before, I am now. EVERYONE saw that. Everyone upstairs and the boys downstairs (they were all looking)
So I strutted out feeling like a million bucks.
We didn't go again until last Wednesday. Perhaps you are not au courrant. I need a part time job. I need to spend more money. No rich man, may as well have an employee discount at Buffalo. So I asked Michel. (the trustworthy one, as I always said) So he referred me to Mimi who referred me to Genevieve. I called Mimi. Didn't call Genevieve. So good old Michel is constantly asking "Andréa, did you call? Its for you, you know" I have no time. And I'm waiting until my mother moves so I can have my freaking car back! So I keep nodding and smiling "Michel, I will, I promise" And everytime he gives me that look. And I have to pick myself up off the ground.
So we went on Wed. Didn't look that great. Went straight for our old seat. Sat down. Chatted.
Chantal: Andrew's here.
Me: Where?
She: There.
Me: Oh. I'm ignoring him. He's been busy this week so give him a wake up call.
Andrew gets up and leaves. David comes downstairs (I'm sorry what, you do not play fooseball, you play pool!) Comes over and grips my neck with his hand as he always does (Ow, doesn't he know it hurts, oh well)
Me: Well look who came to visit.
David: Fooseball.
Me: Thanks.
Him: Where's your lunch:
Me: Uh, no lunch, DIET.
Him: Sure. New and improved.
Chantal: **dies LAUGHING**
Michel, Freaky Deaky Post office guy and Albert come down. So they start playing fooseball. Dvaid wins ('cause David wins at EVERYTHING- hence why I adore him so) He comes over and sits down next to us. I continue my conversation with Chantal..
Michel looks at me "Andréa, you want to work on de weekend or non?" Michel scares me when he gets like that... Once he got mad at me for booking him a 12.30 appointment with a candidate. He scares the living daylights out of me but I know he has the best intentions. I just nodded and looked at David for help..
David: Whats happening?
Me: I need a part time job. I need to somehow support my outrageous shopping habits. I asked Michel. Now he won't stop asking about it!
David: Where do you want to work (which store)
Me: Rockland.
David: You get a car yet?
Me: Not technically.
David: Andréa, its far...
As he gets up to play more fooseball. (I shake my head and look at Chantal "Did we forget to tell him that I moved from St Lazare..." She cracks up laughing)
Charles comes down. By this point, I want him bad. He's so cute and funny. And Chantal has Marco now so she's oficially relinquished her claim on Charlie. So I'm going for him.
Charles: Hi girls.
Us: Hi Charles!!! **earth quake inducing eye fluttering**
Charles: You moved, eh??
Us: Yeah... To 555...
Charles: I got the email. There was a picture of you... Behind the desk. You looked naked.
STUPID NORMAND TOOK A PICTURE OF CHANTAL AND NOT ME?!?!? EXCUSE ME RUDE.
Me: Yeah she stole my thunder. Bitch. No, we don't wear clothes at work.
Charles: I'm coming to visit more often.
Me: Yeah, just those invisible bras you keep talking about.
Charles: Theyre cheap, eh?
Me: Very.
As David comes back and grips my neck again (while Chantal is making fun of me for flirting with Charles)
Me: David, she's mean to me.
David: Hey- Leave Andrea alone. She's on a new diet. New and improved.
Me: Gee thanks. SEE. Yes, I'm bitchy.
We leave, say bye to the guys, pay, go back to the office.
At 10 to 5 Andrew calls.
Me: Patty Shapiro and Associates Bonjour!
Andrew: What, you don't say hi to me?
Me: I just did.
Andrew: NO. At Gentile.
Me: Where were you?
Andrew: Admiring you from a distance.
Me: Hell, well you couldn'y say hi???
Him: No, too obvious.
Me: Yeah, with the affair we're having and all...
Him: Exactly.
Okaaayyyy. You missed the whole Andrew story. While I was not posting- Andrew and I got quite close (no not that close, yet). We were placing this girl at Dex and I THREW myself into this placement. I spoke to her for hours at night and spoke to him for hours during the day... So we're like best friends now. He says his wife is gonna get jealous. Perhaps. We have fun. So he emails me the other day:
"I'm officially an idiot. I lost Wendy's cell # again... Can I have it pls?
P.S. How are you
P.S.S. You looked lovely sitting in the corner at Gentile yesterday"
I'M SORRY WHAT, DID YOU JUST EMAIL HIT ON ME??? No problemo.
So, between Charles and Andrew, its gonna be a goooood year.
I feel the need to vent, so I feel that this post might be a bit long. That and I haven't updated oh... Since the Sheldon era. And kids, the Sheldon era is soooo over.
What brought this on? Well, the man doesn't appreciate me. Not nearly enough. I was at your disposal, for 6 whole months. And not one shopping spree came of it. Do you THINK that I am having mediocre sex with a middle aged man who has brain seizures just so I can sit and look pretty in his Jag once in a WHILE? Oh hell no. So after a non- returned from me- re Happy 2006 sweetheart, we called it quits. For the best really, I didn't even cry.
SO. What has the new year brought? Oh hell. I see it being a good year. You remember Gents and the boys? Okay- Let me reacquaint you all.
Gents- (Gentile) Known as the only place to go to see and be seen for lunch, lattes, socializing, etc, it is Chantal's and my runway. God, we've gotten well known. Anyway, upstairs, there's the pool table for the boys, and downstairs, is the fooseball table for the boys. We sit downstairs, in OUR seat. I actually told a woman to remove her jacket from my chair the other day. HA.
The boys:
David- The owner of Buffalo. My original favourite.
Michel- One of the brothers. The trustworthy one. Also the religious one who doesn't cheat on his wife. MERDE.
Charles- Another one of the brothers. The one Chantal claimed. The one with the sense of humour.
Andrew- Partner in Dex Clothing. A client and my HILARIOUS acquaintance. We flirt and laugh like there's no tomorrow.
Albert- Charles' sidekick (not a brother and HIDEOUS, but a nice guy). I think he's mad at us for ignoring him.
Freaky Deaky Guy- (See title, we don't really know what he does in life)
Freaky Deaky Post Office Guy- (See title, always checks me out)
Ariel- My August/September/October fling. Now a good aquaintance. With a Porsche.
Evik- The owner of Rudsak. The hot one. The man of my dreams. No not really, depends on the day.
Michel S- works for the boys.
As Chantal and I were leaving the other day- Michel S tapped Albert on the shoulder and asked him something. Michel S. then went to the stairs and called David at the pool table. He came over and stood on the stairs. I brushed by in my usual "strutty" manner and he stopped me.
David: Andréa..
Me:... Yes...
David: Tell me something dirty..
Me: No... Its your turn.
David: No, its yours, remember.
Me: Crap, you're right, it is, I hate you (... So I told him something)
David: Where are you going???
Me: Back to work. Some of us work, you know.
David: Haha. See you (double kiss)
ON THE STAIRS. AT GENTS. Fuck, if I wasn;t famous before, I am now. EVERYONE saw that. Everyone upstairs and the boys downstairs (they were all looking)
So I strutted out feeling like a million bucks.
We didn't go again until last Wednesday. Perhaps you are not au courrant. I need a part time job. I need to spend more money. No rich man, may as well have an employee discount at Buffalo. So I asked Michel. (the trustworthy one, as I always said) So he referred me to Mimi who referred me to Genevieve. I called Mimi. Didn't call Genevieve. So good old Michel is constantly asking "Andréa, did you call? Its for you, you know" I have no time. And I'm waiting until my mother moves so I can have my freaking car back! So I keep nodding and smiling "Michel, I will, I promise" And everytime he gives me that look. And I have to pick myself up off the ground.
So we went on Wed. Didn't look that great. Went straight for our old seat. Sat down. Chatted.
Chantal: Andrew's here.
Me: Where?
She: There.
Me: Oh. I'm ignoring him. He's been busy this week so give him a wake up call.
Andrew gets up and leaves. David comes downstairs (I'm sorry what, you do not play fooseball, you play pool!) Comes over and grips my neck with his hand as he always does (Ow, doesn't he know it hurts, oh well)
Me: Well look who came to visit.
David: Fooseball.
Me: Thanks.
Him: Where's your lunch:
Me: Uh, no lunch, DIET.
Him: Sure. New and improved.
Chantal: **dies LAUGHING**
Michel, Freaky Deaky Post office guy and Albert come down. So they start playing fooseball. Dvaid wins ('cause David wins at EVERYTHING- hence why I adore him so) He comes over and sits down next to us. I continue my conversation with Chantal..
Michel looks at me "Andréa, you want to work on de weekend or non?" Michel scares me when he gets like that... Once he got mad at me for booking him a 12.30 appointment with a candidate. He scares the living daylights out of me but I know he has the best intentions. I just nodded and looked at David for help..
David: Whats happening?
Me: I need a part time job. I need to somehow support my outrageous shopping habits. I asked Michel. Now he won't stop asking about it!
David: Where do you want to work (which store)
Me: Rockland.
David: You get a car yet?
Me: Not technically.
David: Andréa, its far...
As he gets up to play more fooseball. (I shake my head and look at Chantal "Did we forget to tell him that I moved from St Lazare..." She cracks up laughing)
Charles comes down. By this point, I want him bad. He's so cute and funny. And Chantal has Marco now so she's oficially relinquished her claim on Charlie. So I'm going for him.
Charles: Hi girls.
Us: Hi Charles!!! **earth quake inducing eye fluttering**
Charles: You moved, eh??
Us: Yeah... To 555...
Charles: I got the email. There was a picture of you... Behind the desk. You looked naked.
STUPID NORMAND TOOK A PICTURE OF CHANTAL AND NOT ME?!?!? EXCUSE ME RUDE.
Me: Yeah she stole my thunder. Bitch. No, we don't wear clothes at work.
Charles: I'm coming to visit more often.
Me: Yeah, just those invisible bras you keep talking about.
Charles: Theyre cheap, eh?
Me: Very.
As David comes back and grips my neck again (while Chantal is making fun of me for flirting with Charles)
Me: David, she's mean to me.
David: Hey- Leave Andrea alone. She's on a new diet. New and improved.
Me: Gee thanks. SEE. Yes, I'm bitchy.
We leave, say bye to the guys, pay, go back to the office.
At 10 to 5 Andrew calls.
Me: Patty Shapiro and Associates Bonjour!
Andrew: What, you don't say hi to me?
Me: I just did.
Andrew: NO. At Gentile.
Me: Where were you?
Andrew: Admiring you from a distance.
Me: Hell, well you couldn'y say hi???
Him: No, too obvious.
Me: Yeah, with the affair we're having and all...
Him: Exactly.
Okaaayyyy. You missed the whole Andrew story. While I was not posting- Andrew and I got quite close (no not that close, yet). We were placing this girl at Dex and I THREW myself into this placement. I spoke to her for hours at night and spoke to him for hours during the day... So we're like best friends now. He says his wife is gonna get jealous. Perhaps. We have fun. So he emails me the other day:
"I'm officially an idiot. I lost Wendy's cell # again... Can I have it pls?
P.S. How are you
P.S.S. You looked lovely sitting in the corner at Gentile yesterday"
I'M SORRY WHAT, DID YOU JUST EMAIL HIT ON ME??? No problemo.
So, between Charles and Andrew, its gonna be a goooood year.