Because it is easier this way

• I am working dual roles through the end of the year. Stress level, high. Sanity, gone. Chocolate consumption, skyrocketed. Compensation, pittance.
• I had a sinus infection for two weeks and during that time proceeded to scratch the living heck out of my right eye. I would be a great candidate for an eyebrow lift even at the ripe age of 29, so my already-saggy eyelid is now a more saggy. I'm serious. There is no more elasticity in the skin on my eyelid. I now have this... lump.... of skin on the inner corner of my eye, and it's driving me batshit.
• I had no date on Saturday to a company event, going stag, and ended up playing darts with someone late at night in a dive bar in the 'hood. I don't know whether I was more amused by how un-gangsta I am, or the wide-load lady wearing a bright red shirt and very obviously showing her purple undies which were tugged up her back.

A good Huck

She and I were sitting there, waiting for T-Shirt to show. I invited my coworker to lunch after raving how fabulous T-Shirt was, but after a few minutes I became a little antsy and decided we should go ahead and order sans company.

 

Our waiter, this rather large guy in his early twenties, wearing a bright yellow shirt and having the social skills of a teenage boy whose life revolves around porn and video games, kept hovering around to see if the third member of the party arrived.

 

"How's the food? Is everything good? Do you want dessert?"

 

Seriously dude, leave me the hell alone because I'm one crabby crazy PMSing bitch, likely to shoot flames out of my mouth and no, not fumes from halitosis, real flames because I'm that pissed off about a work situation.

 

Lunch was finally consumed and I joked T-Shirt stood us up, and we left to return to work, laughing having realised the waiter's name was Huck, and proceeded to joke about the name Huck and who would name their child that, and if he were a superhero he should be Husky Huck or for those with slight verbal dyslexia, Hucky Husk.

 

And when I arrived back in my office I called T-Shirt, demanding to know why wasn't she at O'Charley's, home of orgasmic bread rolls?

 

I was there, was the response. I waited for you in the car [something-something about sumptuous breasts].

 

I was there too, my response. I was sitting right by the front door!

 

You know, it would have helped if I recalled that she originally suggested O'Charley's, and I pooh-poohed it, suggesting Mexican instead. And it would have helped if I didn't immediately vanquish the thought of said Mexican in my head, and tell my coworker we were meeting T-Shirt at O'Charley's.

 

But hey... at least T-Shirt got a quickie out of it. I just had a Huck.

When you walk

It came from a mutual acquaintance basically an announcement he was moving on with his life, going overseas, and pursuing dreams.

Even though two months have passed, it was only two weeks ago I saw him for the first time, three times in four days.

The first two times I saw the back of his head, him walking away quickly, knowing I was present. The third time we actually passed in the hall, our eyes connecting as he lifted his hand and said 'hi', while I kind of nodded a 'hi' back and kept walking.

And even though it was small, insignificant hanging-out-relationship in the grand scope of life, still,... no longer will there be the caution of taking different routes to avoid him, looking for his car in the parking lot, or running into him at work.

And I'm sad he's leaving. I miss his friendship.