Monday, 23 January 2012
I know who I want to take me home.
I spent today at work very busy and oh so very bored.
I got all my work done much faster than my superiors figured I would. My new supervisor even complimented me on it. So either he's a half-wit, they all are, or they set the bar very low so that they can all have terrific self-esteem. And yet somehow wannabe casanova guy still managed to be condescending to me. Fuck that.
Because I wasn't even trying hard.
I went to visit my old department today just to say hi, and my old supervisor said they wanted me back, when it came time for me to choose. It's nice to know I'm wanted.
But speaking of my old department, I feel like storytelling again tonight.
So you guys remember that forty hour day I had that one time around Christmas? Fun times. (I actually keep replaying parts of that night in my mind when I get lonely, but shh, that's a secret.)
Well, I went into work that day obviously out of my mind tired and hopped up on as much coffee as I could force down my throat. My coworker Dan (not my favorite Dan, but still a very awesome Dan) commented on my state. I said that I hadn't gotten much sleep.
"Out partying too late, eh?"
"Yeah, well...my friend came in from Japan and wanted to make a night of it. So we did."
Later, it came up again somehow, and it came out that it was Derek, although I said something like that we were "high school sweethearts."
Dan made his characteristic suggestive face. He should patent that thing.
"Ohhhhhh I seeee. So you were up late with your high school sweeeetheart." [suggestive eyebrows.] "Perhaps you were baking some cookies, eh, Chris?"
"Eh? Eh?" -eyebrows-
(Baking cookies is Dan's little colloquialism for sexytimes.)
Even later that day yet (that day was forever long), I said that "you can never bake too many cookies."
Dan did the eyebrows again. "Chris, I think you may be my favorite person. I like you."
I miss my old department sooo baddddddddddddddddddd. Only another half a year and a little more before I can go back there.
In other news, I was very productive this evening. I reorganized shit, and I hung shit on the walls, and I exercised and shit. Maybe one of these days I'll get around to actually taking pictures and shit. Now I'm going to go shower and shit before I go to sleep and shit.