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yes i am at work. no i do not actually work while at work. but omg i have to tell someone what just happened, and no one is here for me to talk to.
so this woman walks in the door to the office, and says hi to me, then goes into the other room w/my moms desk. so, shes wearing a pink oxford which is cute, w/a cute lil skirt. but then she has on black nylons, w/sneakers and white socks. she works in the bank 3 floors below us and took an elevator up here, did she need sneakers for that 10 ft walk? i mean, alot of city working women bring sneakers to work, so they can change from heels to comfy shoes to walk to lunch or go to the courthouse (like, 40 blocks) etc. but 10 feet?
so then...
she walks in to my moms desk area and starts screaming.
"WHAT A PRETTY CHILD."
im sorry, anyone that knows me knows that i should not be classified as a "child." for many reasons.
mind you...im wearing a brown skirt, boring. my hair is up in lil twisty things, but nothing special. i have on that oldladyish green sweater w/my pink & silvery tank thing (even tho only like, 3 people will know what im talking about) and have a mountainous, and i mean mountainous zit on my forehead. it could errupt like mt. st. helens. i'll be honest.
she screams this like, 8 times. and comes over to me.."hi, how are you, do u like ure job? how is your summer going, your so pretty!!" shes talking to me like im 6. im like, WTF.
so she leaves, and i go in to my mom and say, who the hell was that lady, and why was she yelling at me. my mother responds, "thats lori." and walks away. as if the fact that her name is lori should justify wtf just happened.
WTF.
so this woman walks in the door to the office, and says hi to me, then goes into the other room w/my moms desk. so, shes wearing a pink oxford which is cute, w/a cute lil skirt. but then she has on black nylons, w/sneakers and white socks. she works in the bank 3 floors below us and took an elevator up here, did she need sneakers for that 10 ft walk? i mean, alot of city working women bring sneakers to work, so they can change from heels to comfy shoes to walk to lunch or go to the courthouse (like, 40 blocks) etc. but 10 feet?
so then...
she walks in to my moms desk area and starts screaming.
"WHAT A PRETTY CHILD."
im sorry, anyone that knows me knows that i should not be classified as a "child." for many reasons.
mind you...im wearing a brown skirt, boring. my hair is up in lil twisty things, but nothing special. i have on that oldladyish green sweater w/my pink & silvery tank thing (even tho only like, 3 people will know what im talking about) and have a mountainous, and i mean mountainous zit on my forehead. it could errupt like mt. st. helens. i'll be honest.
she screams this like, 8 times. and comes over to me.."hi, how are you, do u like ure job? how is your summer going, your so pretty!!" shes talking to me like im 6. im like, WTF.
so she leaves, and i go in to my mom and say, who the hell was that lady, and why was she yelling at me. my mother responds, "thats lori." and walks away. as if the fact that her name is lori should justify wtf just happened.
WTF.