Burning regrets
It's been nearly two months and I'm pretty lonely and deprived of human contact. It's not that I miss my friends or my family, but rather I just feel like I'm alone with my thoughts a bit too much. I feel like it's dulling my reactions.
At the last drinking party the section chief told us he lived by himself for seven years and never took out the trash once. He also used to sneak his empty beer cans to the convenience store bin. I suppose the appropriate reaction would've been to think "Jeez, what a life" or something, but my main takeaway from it was Oh my God section chief was single FOR SEVEN YEARS! WHEN WAS THIS AND WHERE WAS I?!
On Friday he came to talk to my supervisor about something, and sat next to me. When he went to get some documents from the printer, I thought why the hell not and said "Wow, section chief sure smells good today". When he was walking past, my supervisor asked him if he was wearing cologne or something and he said "No, why?! It's Mintia!", like he was flustered by the question. Then they started to tease him about his hair again. His three-year-old son apparently inherited his naturally curly hair, and one of them remarked on how cute he is. Section chief smiled wistfully and said, "I used to be that cute too once". I'll forever regret my dulled reaction time and not correcting him...
Section chief really smells nice. It's probably some sort of unholy mixture of Mintia, cigarettes and musk, but it's very good.
At the last drinking party the section chief told us he lived by himself for seven years and never took out the trash once. He also used to sneak his empty beer cans to the convenience store bin. I suppose the appropriate reaction would've been to think "Jeez, what a life" or something, but my main takeaway from it was Oh my God section chief was single FOR SEVEN YEARS! WHEN WAS THIS AND WHERE WAS I?!
On Friday he came to talk to my supervisor about something, and sat next to me. When he went to get some documents from the printer, I thought why the hell not and said "Wow, section chief sure smells good today". When he was walking past, my supervisor asked him if he was wearing cologne or something and he said "No, why?! It's Mintia!", like he was flustered by the question. Then they started to tease him about his hair again. His three-year-old son apparently inherited his naturally curly hair, and one of them remarked on how cute he is. Section chief smiled wistfully and said, "I used to be that cute too once". I'll forever regret my dulled reaction time and not correcting him...
Section chief really smells nice. It's probably some sort of unholy mixture of Mintia, cigarettes and musk, but it's very good.