all i want is my radio

So(r), I hate talking on the phone. I have a really hard time focusing on anything for more than 10 seconds, and that's all talking on the phone is. I'm also not a very verbal person (if i had a nickel every time someone told me to get to the point) so I have a hard time following the conversation and contributing my own words.

I'm transitioning out of my dominant role at work and into another one, so my company is going to be hiring someone else to pick up the remaining submit-ness. I happened to talk to a school buddy of mine who was looking for a job, so I asked him if he was interested. He was, I asked my boss about it, and Mr. Boss man is going to look at his resume. Today at lunch, my boss asked if my friend was a friend or more than a friend (this is the kind of office I work in). I said, "Oh, just a friend," and then thought maybe I'd answered too hastily, so I added in my best ghetto latina, "My boyfriends have to find their own jobs." Then I figured my boss probably wasn't used to hearing such a thing (scandal!), so I said again, for emphasis, "All my boyfriends." My boss looked very amused as he said, "I heard you... but I wasn't going to say anything." I hope that guy laughs a little after I leave the room, because I think holding it in like he does is going to make him crazy. He probably is just still figuring out when I'm messing around.

So, the project that I spent so much time on last week and was ruining my life and burying me under backwork, and I had to do so much new stuff that I'd never had to do before... Came back today with only 8 more changes to make. Sure, it'll probably take my whole morning tomorrow, but most of it is controls stuff, which is my favorite.

I was sad, though, when the electricals guy came and said, "If you have more changes to make to that project, give them to me... That project is pretty complicated." He's definitely right, but I was sad about giving up work. I know, I'm weird, huh?

Russ called me annoying today. That was pretty funny, since all yesterday afternoon he kept calling me and just pushing buttons on the phone and holding them until I hung up. Kehla says I need to quit that nonsense, but I think it's fun, and my whole office is a bunch of "smarties," as the nurse who was at work today to give flu shots commented. Hehe. I'm making Russ a mix cd, but I don't want to give it to him. Think about THAT. He got rid of all the little things I gave him, but I don't know what that means.

The parking garage at my office is a big cavern, and I like to sing in there when no one else is around. I walked out and immediately started singing, and there was a forklift operator walking in. He complimented me on my voice and said, "I know, too, I'm a musician!"

I headed out to the shop and was measuring the air velocity across some condenser coils (NERD!), and I was singing to myself (etta james is brilliant), and the one who wires the electricals yelled, "What are you DOING?" I whipped my head around, all ready to be chastised, because that guy is pretty picky, but he was laughing. Apparently most people don't sing to themselves while they work. Another guy grinned at me and said, "I admit it, I heard you, too." I sort of have a crush on that one. (bad idea bad idea bad idea)

The TA that I have so many hots for called me finally last Thursday, but he really only wanted to tell me he wasn't interested. I'm still in denial, I called him tonight to tell him I think it's silly for him not to be my friend just because he's getting divorced. I'm just disappointed because I wanted to tell him all about how I'm superpositioning my numbers on my condenser coil experiments. That's an inside joke that he probably won't get.

I called my friend (the one who might get a job at my place) and we were talking about how I'm an easy laugher, and he said how he likes talking to me because he feels like he's really funny, but then he tries to joke with someone else and they can't dig it, so he says, "Screw you, I'm going to go talk to Christy some more." I thought it was funny, so now I'm telling you about it.

The problem with blogs is that sometimes you forget there are all kinds of people who could be reading it.