Shocking!
Gah. It's been a Day. Things are going a little bit rocky at work again -- nothing I really want to get into, but it hasn't been as fun as usual, lately.
Today, I started to get my ass together around 1pm to be at work by 2. About ten minutes later, I realize -- oh crap. Sam still has my car key. On Saturday, some jerk pulled into the parking space next to me really crooked, and I wasn't sure I could get out without scraping against the side of his cute little cherry-red car, so I talked Sam into pulling the car out for me, and then he decided to just drive me and took my car key to drive himself home...
Anyway, I never got it back, so no key, and I wound up taking the bus, which wasn't fun. I was a couple minutes late for work as a result, and after I apologized, I was explaining things to my co-workers, and jokingly said that Sam probably wanted to drive my car because that way, he uses up my tank of gas and not his. They both got a laugh out of that, and then one of them remarked that she wished SHE could drive my car and use my gas, too. I laughed and carelessly remarked that she wasn't sleeping with me.
When I turned around, the look of shock on both their faces was... wow. I mean, they were ashen. The whole time my co-worker was getting ready to leave, she kept mumbling 'I can't believe you said that...' in a sort of shocked, awed sort of way, like I'd just peeled back my skin and shown her that I was a green alien with googly eyes. This from someone who's let a couple of F-bombs slip around me before (not when customers are in the store, obviously).
I keep a squeaky-clean image at work, but I never realized how squeaky clean. That joke is -tame- for me, just some of my usual, everyday wit. The idea that both my co-workers were stunned that I'd make such a comment... I mean, I'm a big girl. They both know I live with Sam. What do they think we do? Put on victorian underthings and retire in little narrow creaky beds in seperate rooms after chastely holding hands for a moment? What?
The strength of the reaction, from both of them, really weirded me out, I guess. Maybe I need to go ahead and curse a little when I can get away with it, just so I don't wind up feeling like I'm lying to them.
Today, I started to get my ass together around 1pm to be at work by 2. About ten minutes later, I realize -- oh crap. Sam still has my car key. On Saturday, some jerk pulled into the parking space next to me really crooked, and I wasn't sure I could get out without scraping against the side of his cute little cherry-red car, so I talked Sam into pulling the car out for me, and then he decided to just drive me and took my car key to drive himself home...
Anyway, I never got it back, so no key, and I wound up taking the bus, which wasn't fun. I was a couple minutes late for work as a result, and after I apologized, I was explaining things to my co-workers, and jokingly said that Sam probably wanted to drive my car because that way, he uses up my tank of gas and not his. They both got a laugh out of that, and then one of them remarked that she wished SHE could drive my car and use my gas, too. I laughed and carelessly remarked that she wasn't sleeping with me.
When I turned around, the look of shock on both their faces was... wow. I mean, they were ashen. The whole time my co-worker was getting ready to leave, she kept mumbling 'I can't believe you said that...' in a sort of shocked, awed sort of way, like I'd just peeled back my skin and shown her that I was a green alien with googly eyes. This from someone who's let a couple of F-bombs slip around me before (not when customers are in the store, obviously).
I keep a squeaky-clean image at work, but I never realized how squeaky clean. That joke is -tame- for me, just some of my usual, everyday wit. The idea that both my co-workers were stunned that I'd make such a comment... I mean, I'm a big girl. They both know I live with Sam. What do they think we do? Put on victorian underthings and retire in little narrow creaky beds in seperate rooms after chastely holding hands for a moment? What?
The strength of the reaction, from both of them, really weirded me out, I guess. Maybe I need to go ahead and curse a little when I can get away with it, just so I don't wind up feeling like I'm lying to them.