I hate Friday nights when I’m working.  My schedule is set up that I have to work by myself till late, so there’s no one around in the office, and the building itself pretty much shuts down except for a few stragglers here and there.

Usually this is the time for me to strip down to my undies and start watching Hulu while chowing down on pizza, or prance around the office to the sound of Loverboy’s “Working for the Weekend,” but over the years it’s gotten to be a pretty depressing time for me.  It’s like I’m the only person left in the world, with no one to talk to, and it’s just me getting intimate here with a stack of papers until it was finally and mercifully time to go home.

So imagine my surprise when all of a sudden, while I was playing with my pens and swooning to Survivor’s “High On You,” this gorgeous brown-eyed girl materializes out of nowhere.

“Hi, I was wondering if you had change for a dollar?  The soda machine won’t take singles here.”

I looked at her and wondered if she was real.  She had long flowing, dark brown hair and had deeply tanned skin, and was dressed up in a classy outfit that would have been fit for weddings and funerals.  Her eyes seemed to dance.

“Mmwhhh… maawhhmmmm?”  Was all I could manage to get out.

“What?”

“Ah… bahmmywhhhhhw… chhh… chhh… ange?  Yeah, um sure, um, let me see…”

I promptly opened up all the drawers at my desk.  Oh please, please, please let there be change somewhere, anywhere, please, quarters, nickels, Lord, please, help me help me help me help me…

“Sorry, we usually keep a stash somewhere for the sodas, but I we’re out it tapped, uh tapped it out, uh it’s gone, I mean…”

“Awww, that’s ok, I’ll see if maintenance has anything.  Thanks anyway!”  She smiled brightly, then left, almost as quickly as she appeared.

I sat there for a minute, trying to unfreeze my brain to say something, ANYTHING besides the typical office banter.  You know, something like, “Honey, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I would regret it forever if I didn’t ask you right now if you wanted to get together some time, and see if our meeting here hadn’t in fact been arranged by the stars of destiny and true love.”

But nothing came out.  I hung my head and went back to turn up the speakers again, where Pandora had been dutifully playing Eric Carmen.

“Allllll byyyyyy myyyyyyseeeeelf, don’t wanna be…”

Tags: banter, brown eyed girl, Friday, friday night, girl, loneliness, pandora, soda, working
Categories: In The Coal Mine, Lincoln's Personal Log
 
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Just some random thoughts going through my head today while I sit here doing just about everything except what I should be doing, that is, working:

• After wandering around the Internet vainly searching for members of my kind, I’ve come to realize something: There ARE no members of my kind. I am… an anomaly, a glitch in the system. I can relate to no one, and none can relate to me.

• The sun is out, the temperature is perfect, it’s the last day of August, and this horrific summer is finally coming to an end. So why am I so bloody depressed??

• I can’t believe I’m still smarting over one of my co-workers getting hitched faster than you can say “Prenup!” I’m here 6 years and I don’t get so much as a nibble. She’s here 5 months and in that timespan dates another co-worker, falls in love, and gets engaged. All this in 5 months?? WT*???

Ok, back to work, or rather, back to avoiding it as much as possible.

Tags: 5 months, 6 years, anomaly, co worker, co workers, depression, glitch in the system, lonely, love, nibble, random thoughts, single, Sun, women, working, wt
Categories: Lincoln's Personal Log
 
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