The experiences and exploits of a college grad trying to make it in the "real world:" leaving school and friends in New England, moving south, and living with her boyfriend. Watch as I pretend to be an adult.
I know I've been absent lately. I haven't felt much like blogging, and when I have been in the mood to put some effort into this it has gone into coding. The new layout is almost done, and is a bit different from the past few. I like it. Until I'm back up and running, I'll leave you with a bit of an embarassing annecdote from my day.
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We hired two new recruiters at work, and they both started today. Bill is a middleaged guy 40-45, nice enough- we'd already been introduced prior to this incident, but only briefly. Jason is young (29)- making him the closest person in the office to my age by far. I hadn't been introduced to him yet. Shelly was putting together their personal files, and was having a bit of a hard time, so I asked if I could help out in any way. "No, that's ok...actually yes. Can you get their anniversary and spouses's names? I forgot." "Sure, Shelly, no problem." I headed off, walking back towards their desks.
**internal monologue: doo doo doo dah de doo doo... got a lot of stuff to do today...oh, hey there's Bill...**
"Bill, hi, how are you? Listen I just need to ask- are you married? Oh, you are, great. When is your anniversary? Ok, and your wife's name? Thanks! Have fun with the rest of your training."
**doo doo doo...that was easy...doo dah dee...where's Jason? There he is...**
"Jason, hi, we haven't met, my name's Libby. Are you married?"
**Why is he looking at me like that?**
"Uhm, noooo, I'm not married."
**He's still looking at me kinda...oh. Oh no. Ohnoohnoohno. He thinks I'm coming on to him. Shit. Say something. Fix it fixit fixit fixit fixit...**
"Uhhhh 'cause we do birthday cards and anniversary cards and stuff here, and, uh, we need that info for your file..."
**Crap, crap crap he thinks I'm hitting on him. Abort mission! Abort mission! Danger Will Robinson!**
"Oh. Ok. Well, I'm not."
"Ok, thanks."
**Did- did I just say that? Did that really just happen? Oh god.**
After 22 posted at 7:44 PM
