So today was a half day which means that I worked five hours instead of ten. Awesome. It actually flew by pretty fast although I got a little frustrated at one point because the person training me is super nice but I feel like constantly throughout the day, this sort of thing occurs:
Me. Hey, Person Training Me, do I put this file that I’m holding right in front of you into this mailbox that’s equally right in front of you?
Person Training Me. Why, yes, Laurie, you do. I can clearly see the file to which you are referring as well as the mailbox in question and I confirm that you should indeed place that exact file into that specific mailbox.
(an hour later.)
Person Training Me. Hey, Laurie, have you seen that file?
Me. Oh yeah, I put it into that mailbox, remember?
Person Training Me. Ohhhh you put it into that mailbox? Well… technically, you’re not really supposed to do that so next time you might want to actually check with me first.
Me. But I thought–
Person Training Me. No, it’s okay, don’t worry about it. You’re new.
So today was a half day which is really nice for normal people but, for me, just means more time spent in this godforsaken hotel room. I was planning to stay late at work but my boss offered me a ride home around 1:30 and it was an offer too good to refuse.
I posted to our company’s online bulletin board about needing a carpool to work from downtown and I got a bunch of responses, including one from a boy who is originally from Jacksonville, so we chatted back and forth a bit over email about Florida. In his last email, he asked casually if I had weekend plans. I responded that I didn’t because I’m new here and am staying at an extended stay hotel in the middle of nowhere. Then it was time to go and I didn’t get a chance to see if he responded.
So I got back to the hotel and was just sitting in my room when the room phone rang, which is odd. I answered it and it was the boy from work. He’s having some people over tonight and he wanted to know if I’d like to come. I said that I would but that I have no transportation. He offered to come pick me up and then said “Actually, if you’re free right now, I was planning to catch a movie, if you’d like to join me.” I agreed and he picked me up half an hour later.
He’s sort of interesting because he was a business major in college and he has a really deep fake tan and he’s the sort of person I’d imagine answering his cell phone: “Mike here, talk to me.” At one point as he was driving me home, he laughed and said “I’m sorry but I have to ask you this because I’ve never had any friends who dressed in the ‘alternative’ style… what’s with the skirts over jeans thing?”
I was simultaneously amused and offended at his description of my style as ‘alternative.’ An alternative to what? Dressing poorly?
It’s funny because the last five or six guys to ask me out have been former business majors or working in sales, they wear polo shirts and frequent sports bars and steakhouses. I can’t figure out what it is that I’m doing wrong to attract these alien life forms. It’s nice to have diversity within one’s acquaintances but for dating purposes it’s kind of ridiculous because ultimately, I will never be attracted to someone who fits that description. And they are ultimately annoyed by my vegetarianism and my liberalism and my wearing-skirts-over-jeans-ism.
I’m really not at all anxious at this point to get involved with anyone, I’m just kind of tired of the false starts. I want to meet some girlfriends here, i don’t want to go on dates. Dates are so 2004 slash early 2005.
And now it’s time for sleep because i haven’t been getting nearly enough of that lately. I have tomorrow off and I haven’t decided what to do with myself yet but I’m looking forward to opening the windows in the morning and letting in the sunlight.