Last day of Job

I just got back room my “last day of work dinner” with the rest of my department. And I have to say, it was a little depressing. Mostly because it was my last day, but also because this time last week, we were at another “last day of work dinner.”

I think that this weird, sad feeling will go away when I’m not sitting here very day waiting for an e-mail or an awkward 3 sentence conversation that consist of a completely ridiculous question, an obnoxious answer, and “Yeah, about that.”
(ex.
AG: Do you have an email address?
Me: No.
AG: Yeah, that was a stupid question.)
I think I just have to get used to change, and growing up. He’ll be back someday, I hope. There was just strange perfect-ness that happened. I think it’s a good thing when people on both sides of the relationship are weirded out equally by each other. I kind of feel you (stranger/Jen) get it.

I had this conversation with My Boss on Wednesday:
My Boss: “Do you think he’s left handed?”
Me: “No, he’s just doing that to mess with you.”
Almost the same, except she believed me for a minute and then asked the guy if he was creative.

(I had her abbreviated as MB, but I never want to see those letters next to each other ever again.)

I also decided that next fall I’m coming back here. I honestly really enjoyed it. I also feel I give My Boss a sense of normal, or someone who will listen to her complain. I will miss her about as much as AG. BUT I can, at least, visit her with her being my Dad’s best friend and all. And when I return next September, she’ll be here. Unless she goes completely insane, this is completely possible.

I know I won’t work here forever, since I’m going to become a famous author, and you blog reader, will be all “I used to read her blogs about how she missed that weird guy she worked with!” And when I leave here, hopefully I can make some intern just as depressed as I have been about AG, or, you know, have an awkward guy of my own. Although leaving a job because you’re famous is less awesome, or maybe just awesome in a different way, than why AG left.

I think that is enough self pity for one day. I’m making my video in response to JenJen’s video tomorrow. You do even know what you’re in for.

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

Today is awesome because it’s my last day, and I get to sleep in tomorrow. And it’s like The Who day for Edgar Allen Ipoe

I do not like this at all

I knew that today was going to suck, but I didn’t expect it to suck this bad. The whole department is all quiet and weird, and he wouldn’t even be here yet if this was a normal day. Or maybe I’m imagining it, because it’s Monday. Or maybe it’s because I got here this morning and he had sent me an e-mail.

This seems so much more ridiculous than 2z7. Maybe it’s because he had such a normal car, and there was one just like it behind me at Dunks today, or because I passed three of them on the ride in.

I’m probably just being completely ridiculous. Well, I am being completely ridiculous. But I had a regular person conversation with him on Friday and everything.

We exchanged e-mails and he promised to find me on Facebook. I’m going to be horrible to be around for the next 11 days, until I more back up to school. By then, maybe we’ll be Facebook friends but I’ll have THES and finding a job to distract me from the fact that I don’t get to see him everyday. With 2z7 there was the knowledge that come Thanksgiving and Christmas he’d be right there. With this, it will be a year until he’s in the lower 48, and who knows if he’ll even come back to NH.

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

Today is notsome

Explaining the hand spasms

I feel I should explain that hand spasm of a previous blog post.

Basically, I work with a bearded guy, commonly referred to as "awkward guy." I managed to:

a.) Talk to him
and
2.) Take his picture non-creepily

NOTE: need the picture for my internship presentation at school.

Also, NOTE: that I have been working with and having "normal" conversations with him for 8 weeks now. "Normal" in the Deanna sense of normal, which happens to consist of this:

Awkward Guy: “What are you doing?”
Me: “Eating a bagel, I believe next I go hit on Debra but I don’t remember.”
Awkward Guy: “Let me know when you’re done with that.”

And him bestowing hand-fireworks upon me, just for me. <3

Yet, I still freak out before and after having to talk to him, and am very excited that email exists because, even though I can see his desk from my office, I wouldn’t have completed anything if I had to go talk to him every 20 minutes. Let’s just say that walking around the shop, whilst it should be boring and lame, is mildly exciting. Even if I’m holding a clipboard and trying to figure out what he is saying as he talks into a fan (true story).

As a friend of mine, you can easily see how I’ve managed to develop a completely ridiculously sized crush on this person. And why I will be sad for a while that he is leaving today, and I can’t creepily visit him under the pre-text of visiting my boss/ my dad. But I have my non-creepy consensual photograph.

Also, with much help from the text messages for JenJen (http://www.ilessthanthreeyouu.blogspot.com) I searched for him on facebook, but sadly he doesn’t have one. :(

AND THAT IS THE END OF THE STORY

Today is awesome because even though it is Awkward Guy’s last day, we all (safety department) get to eat lunch today at Apple Bees together. And I’m invited.