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i'm at work. and i'm so incredibly bored. i've been meaning to update but i couldn't think of anything useful to say lately.
but here's a funny story about what goes on at my job.
there's this really rich guy who's old and creepy and my boss likes to try and persuade me to date him because her motto is "marry for money first THEN marry for love". isn't that the sweetest thing you've ever heard? yeah. anyways, she believes that i should go on a date with him because he tries to flirt with me and he's loaded. it's just gross.
today he came in and i was doing something, and he just grabbed my pinky and was like "you have really pretty fingers". it scared the living hell out of me. and then he asked me what i was up to for halloween and he started talking about how everyone wants him to go to parties that night. i don't believe that for a second though.
he's the forty year old, hawaiian shirt-wearing, balding, creepy guy that bothers you at work. i don't care if he's wealthy. no.
it's also annoying that he can't keep eye contact with me for more than 5 seconds while we're talking because he's too busy looking at other parts of my body. and when i'm looking for his prescriptions, my coworkers inform me that he stares at my ass. lovely.
well, in point, he has a problem with seizures and my boss has this dream that i should marry him, hide his medications, have a lot of stairs around, and hope he seizes and falls down them...dies...and then i get alllllll of his money and marry the one man i love and live happily ever after in wealthiness.
so that's my story. kevin's here. the end.
but here's a funny story about what goes on at my job.
there's this really rich guy who's old and creepy and my boss likes to try and persuade me to date him because her motto is "marry for money first THEN marry for love". isn't that the sweetest thing you've ever heard? yeah. anyways, she believes that i should go on a date with him because he tries to flirt with me and he's loaded. it's just gross.
today he came in and i was doing something, and he just grabbed my pinky and was like "you have really pretty fingers". it scared the living hell out of me. and then he asked me what i was up to for halloween and he started talking about how everyone wants him to go to parties that night. i don't believe that for a second though.
he's the forty year old, hawaiian shirt-wearing, balding, creepy guy that bothers you at work. i don't care if he's wealthy. no.
it's also annoying that he can't keep eye contact with me for more than 5 seconds while we're talking because he's too busy looking at other parts of my body. and when i'm looking for his prescriptions, my coworkers inform me that he stares at my ass. lovely.
well, in point, he has a problem with seizures and my boss has this dream that i should marry him, hide his medications, have a lot of stairs around, and hope he seizes and falls down them...dies...and then i get alllllll of his money and marry the one man i love and live happily ever after in wealthiness.
so that's my story. kevin's here. the end.