While I was ferociously at work here at my desk (surfing a few dating sites), I happened to look up and saw the Commissioner walking by with the Chief of Police.

OH SH__

I quickly closed my browser window and started shuffling papers to look busy. The Chief of Police saw me, his eyes wide, probably because I was the last person on earth he wanted to see, especially with the Commish there standing next to him. They greeted my coworker, then the Chief quickly tried to usher the Commish out before I could get a chance to say hello.

Too late.

“Heeeeeey Commissioner, pleased to meet you!” We shook hands. He happened to notice my 8×10 frame of a big question mark that was sitting on my desk, and asked me what it was.

“Oh, that’s the girl of my dreams.”

And we all laughed.

“Hold on, I have a picture of my ex in my wallet.” I took it out and showed them:

And we all laughed.

“By the way, can I have a raise? I really need the money.”

And we all laughed.

Actually I didn’t think it was THAT funny, but oh well. The conversation ended just as quickly as it started, with the Chief letting out a huge sigh of relief as they left our section. Dweeb.

If you’re curious in learning why Chiefie Weenie doesn’t like me very much, there’s a whole back story on that you can read up on in case you have nothing else to do, which you probably don’t.

You ever know somebody you hope never ever manages to back you into a corner so they can talk and talk and talk talktalktalktalk till your ears scream out for mercy?

That was me yesterday. I’m here minding my own business and doing some data entry, when I get verbally jumped by one of my coworkers, who decided I really needed to hear what he had been doing for the past 9 days:

HeyLinc!SoIwasgoingtothestorebecausemy
computerwentdownandIhadtogetitfixedbutthe
technicianhadproblemsandhewasn’tabletofixitright
awayunlessheorderedapartsoItookittoanother
technicianbutthenIdecidedtocomehome
andtestitoutmyselfbypluggingitinandjigglingthe
cablesalittleandguesswhatitcamerightupbutthenmy
wifehadaproblemwitherprinterthatIhadtofixas
wellbutallIhadtodotherewasclickclickclick
clickclickandboomitwasdonejustintimefor
mydaughtertofinishherreportsoshecould
printitoutandtakeittoschoolandthenblahblahblah
blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah
blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah
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blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah
blahblahblahblahblahblahblahblahblah
blahblahblahblahblah
………………………

20 minutes later I faked having to go to the bathroom and hid out there for another 15 minutes until I was sure he was gone.

I now have a newfound appreciation for silence.