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i'm boooooooooooooooooooooooooored
i'm at work and i have no idea where my boss is (the new one) and so i'm in my old office with my old bosses (who i will reunite with next semester) until she decides to get professional and e-mail me her whereabouts. honestly- i'm 19 and i'm having trouble keeping track of my boss and what she needs and what days I should work and what I (and she)should be doing. it's like keeping tabs on a kindergartner and i was never comfortable with babysitting.
all in all she's a nice woman, didn't mind when i had some wine at the PhD commencement party ("the whole underage drinking thing is bullshit" she says, to which I replied "if I'm old enough to die purposslessly (which i am almost certain is not a word) in Iraq, i should be old enough to buy a few bottles of smirnoff)
I just can't stand when people arn't professional. not necessarily my friends or my family (because I'm equally as guilty) but when a 35 year old woman who is the assistant to the Vice Dean of Research in the Marshall School of Business can't keep her act together, why should I be subjected to her flakiness?
I've realized I'm at the point (since I'm so buddy buddy with my three bosses, her included) where adults find me old enough to be suitable friends with. I can carry conversations, and though I feel like I'm the little sister to Yvonne and Robin (the bosses I love) I'm still respected.
Which is why they've supported josh in his efforts to get my number. he's really cute, 6'6 and older than me (which is a nice change, har de har har) but i also think he seems kind of stupid. all in all, that shouldn't really matter as he's just nice to look at and well...you know.
but he gave me his number (very slickly, mind you) which i find really frustrating because I HATE the phone and now it's up to me to make anything happen. I don't like being in charge of the first steps of any relationship whatsoever, and I really wish he just kept the ball in his court.
he has not been the only one to ask me out in the past few days, which, unfortunatly, is not as flattering as it seems. taking the metro has introduced me to a new kind of people. now, being whistlered at on the street seems tame compared to when any random assortment of unappealing and multicultural guys have the balls to sit next to me, hold out their hands and ask for my number. nevermind that they are 5'3 smelly mexican men who don't care whether or not i've just told them that I'm "17". this is not flattering at all, since they would be hitting on anything with a pulse and a vagina and has nothing to do with me but more any estrogen their horny senses can sniff out in a smelly, humid and unsterile metro station.
lovely.
can we please do something fun?
i'm at work and i have no idea where my boss is (the new one) and so i'm in my old office with my old bosses (who i will reunite with next semester) until she decides to get professional and e-mail me her whereabouts. honestly- i'm 19 and i'm having trouble keeping track of my boss and what she needs and what days I should work and what I (and she)should be doing. it's like keeping tabs on a kindergartner and i was never comfortable with babysitting.
all in all she's a nice woman, didn't mind when i had some wine at the PhD commencement party ("the whole underage drinking thing is bullshit" she says, to which I replied "if I'm old enough to die purposslessly (which i am almost certain is not a word) in Iraq, i should be old enough to buy a few bottles of smirnoff)
I just can't stand when people arn't professional. not necessarily my friends or my family (because I'm equally as guilty) but when a 35 year old woman who is the assistant to the Vice Dean of Research in the Marshall School of Business can't keep her act together, why should I be subjected to her flakiness?
I've realized I'm at the point (since I'm so buddy buddy with my three bosses, her included) where adults find me old enough to be suitable friends with. I can carry conversations, and though I feel like I'm the little sister to Yvonne and Robin (the bosses I love) I'm still respected.
Which is why they've supported josh in his efforts to get my number. he's really cute, 6'6 and older than me (which is a nice change, har de har har) but i also think he seems kind of stupid. all in all, that shouldn't really matter as he's just nice to look at and well...you know.
but he gave me his number (very slickly, mind you) which i find really frustrating because I HATE the phone and now it's up to me to make anything happen. I don't like being in charge of the first steps of any relationship whatsoever, and I really wish he just kept the ball in his court.
he has not been the only one to ask me out in the past few days, which, unfortunatly, is not as flattering as it seems. taking the metro has introduced me to a new kind of people. now, being whistlered at on the street seems tame compared to when any random assortment of unappealing and multicultural guys have the balls to sit next to me, hold out their hands and ask for my number. nevermind that they are 5'3 smelly mexican men who don't care whether or not i've just told them that I'm "17". this is not flattering at all, since they would be hitting on anything with a pulse and a vagina and has nothing to do with me but more any estrogen their horny senses can sniff out in a smelly, humid and unsterile metro station.
lovely.
can we please do something fun?