Guilty as charged...well, kind of.
Today I worked the night shift again. It was CRAZY busy and I have SUCH sore feet. But I also got along really well with Allison and had fun with some of the others, so all in all, I'm happy. :)
Something funny happened. I needed something from storage, but didn't remember how to get there. *Tom* walked me down the long hallway to the teeny tiny room that holds a lot of our stored materials, very nice of him being that we were so busy. When we came back, the door was locked, so we had to bang on it a few times to get some attention. One of the managers opened the door and also informed us that when a guy goes down to storage, he must only be accompanied by another guy and when a girl goes down to storage, she must only be accompanied by another girl. I guess because the hallway is so long, they don't want a guy and a girl going down there unsupervised and fooling around on the job. The warning burned a little...mostly because that kind of thing HAD occurred to me while we were down there. Not that I would do it. But it occurred to me that if we wanted to, we could. I looked at Tom and his face was red. Had he been thinking that too...?
After feeling a little scolded like a six-year-old, I went and told Allison about it. She thought it was dumb and told me she had never heard about that rule either. That definitely made me feel better.
Something funny happened. I needed something from storage, but didn't remember how to get there. *Tom* walked me down the long hallway to the teeny tiny room that holds a lot of our stored materials, very nice of him being that we were so busy. When we came back, the door was locked, so we had to bang on it a few times to get some attention. One of the managers opened the door and also informed us that when a guy goes down to storage, he must only be accompanied by another guy and when a girl goes down to storage, she must only be accompanied by another girl. I guess because the hallway is so long, they don't want a guy and a girl going down there unsupervised and fooling around on the job. The warning burned a little...mostly because that kind of thing HAD occurred to me while we were down there. Not that I would do it. But it occurred to me that if we wanted to, we could. I looked at Tom and his face was red. Had he been thinking that too...?
After feeling a little scolded like a six-year-old, I went and told Allison about it. She thought it was dumb and told me she had never heard about that rule either. That definitely made me feel better.