Quick Update

Remember that time a co-worker was always smelling me because I smelled so "lovely"? It was awhile ago but I remember it like it was just yesterday.

Oh, wait...

I kid you not but today, he stuck his head into my office, said good morning, walked away, then CAME BACK:

Jared: Oh, I forgot! (activate super sniffer) Ahhh...

Seriously, people! It's starting to give me a complex. And if there's one thing I don't need in my life, it's another fricking complex.

I think next time I come into work, I'm going to roll around in Tonya and Rusty's litter box first. Or slather my body in raw onions.

Smelly Co-worker

Looks like an unintentional theme week is happening. Because this is only my second post this week and it's again about work so, umm, welcome to Crazy Co-Worker Week at ShowMyFace! I should have a button or something. Hang on...

runs off, Muppet-style

Give me a break, it's the best I could do on such short notice. And I don't have access to my fancy button files.

Anyways!

We have this guy that works a few days a week. Nice guy. Young guy. And a few weeks ago, he came to my office door, sniffing. He tells me he smelled something and had to know what it was and he's determined it's me. What's that lovely smell?

Now, I am relieved that if I'm going to be the source of ANY smell, that it be a "lovely" one. However, as someone very sensitive to strong odors, pleasant or not, I'm also very careful not to exude any. For example - I don't wear perfume. My favorite smell is "clean".

We eventually determined that the scent is from my hand lotion. Japanese Cherry Blossom from Bath and Bodyworks, in case you're interested. I chose it because it was such a light scent. We also determined that my co-worker has a super-sniffer.

Had this been a one time thing, I would not be blogging about it. But every day I'm in the office, sometimes multiple times in one day (because I reapply my hand lotion after washing my hands), he comes to my office to "smell" me. Like this morning:

co-worker: Morning Cate, how you doing?
me: Just fine, Jared. How are you?
co-worker: (after making a big show of inhaling through his nose) I'm doing great, now!

I know I tend to be a bit weirded out by attention but come on... Tell me that's not just strange!

P.S. Do I even have to say this? No, this post is not in anyway sponsored nor was I compensated for it. Except that I wrote it on company time so technically I suppose they compensated me as I wrote it, but not FOR writing it. And I don't work for Bath and Bodyworks. And I wouldn't say I endorsed my co-worker either, unless he is applying secretly for jobs that involve his sense of smell. In which case I will gladly recommend him.

Annoying *Beep*

My morning:

Joe: So I'm on the phone and there's this really annoying beep. And I'm all - wth is this annoying beep? Then I realized it was call waiting and your boss was calling.
me: My boss definitely counts as an annoying beep. Especially if by "beep" you mean a raging obscenity.

Thus begins my week. This AFTER my boss drunk-dialed me on Friday over a (semi-)legitimate issue.

Did I mention I'm supposed to be having a class day and I'm not even on the clock for work?

Six Word Saturday

Describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words. For more information, try clicking here. Feel free to explain or not explain. Add an image, a video, a song, nothing. I love seeing what everyone does each week with their entries.

Crazy, stressful, successful week is over!

Each week (probably on Sunday or Monday), I use random.org to select a bunch of entries to visit. That way, everyone has equal chance. In addition, please visit the person ahead of you on the list (or visit everyone if you like!). That way everyone receives at least one visit!

All that's necessary to participate is to post your own six words. You can post an explanation if you wish but it's certainly not required. If you play along in your blog, please add a link to the Mr. Linky. I appreciate a link back (shiny code below if you like!). Otherwise, you're welcome to leave your six words in this post as a comment.

Please be sure to link either to your main page or (preferably) directly to the 6WS post. Links to blogs that do not contain a 6WS entry will be removed (sorry, just the button in the sidebar doesn't count as participating).

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Bus Stop

I'd just like to preface this post by saying I'm not REALLY that person. The cranky old one that shakes my fist and tells those kids to get off my lawn. That would imply that I a) care about my lawn and b) have enough free time to shake my fist at anyone but the cat.

So, I realize that our home is at the end of the subdivision. I realize the sidewalk is on our side of the street. I realize that this is the logical place for children to await bus pickup.

That's all fine. But is it too much to ask...

...that those lovely children talk in a normal tone of voice, rather than screaming and hollering at high decibels before 7am?

...that parents don't glare at me when I look both ways and carefully pull out of my garage as if I'm driving far too fast and deliberately trying to mow down their little angels?

...that those same parents don't sit in their big stupid vehicles IN FRONT of my driveway either blocking me in, or out, and then act inconvenienced when they have to move to allow me access to my property?

...that since that they're out there anyways, maybe they could bring up my paper, mow my lawn, and weed the garden?

Maybe that last one is a bit much. But I don't think it's unreasonable to ask for the first three.

At least we got them to quit eating pears off our pear tree without asking first. By cutting it down. BWAHAHAHA.

P.S. That's not why we cut the pear tree down. And we didn't really mind. Except it would've been nice if they had asked.