I have been trying to decide what to write about for this particular entry, as it is a) number 300, b) just past my one-year d-land anniversary, and c) Valentine's Day. I think I will limit myself to a simple, "You've come a long way, baby," and leave it at that.
And now on to the funny story!
There is a new-ish guy in the office -- one of those, "Woo, work is fun, let's chat with everybody" people.
I do not want him to chat with me. Nevertheless, he does so several times a week. It usually ends up feeling uncomfortable, because he remains standing near my desk long after the conversation is over. I just kind of chuckle, maybe shake my head in an amused fashion, at the last thing he said. Several times. Until he finally walks away.
His latest observation:
"So, it's funny, huh? That we only have like three women in the office. 'Cause that means there aren't going to be a whole bunch of Valentine's Day flowers getting delivered. But once? A few years ago? When I worked at Sally Jesse Raphael in their computer department? Well, they had a whole bunch of women. Women producers, women assistants. And on Valentine's Day, a whole bunch of flowers came. For, like, all these females, right? And then this one bouquet came in that was, that was HUGE and expensive and like a hundred dollars. And all the women gasped and wondered who it was going to. And then the gay guy got it! And all the women were so mad because they wouldn't have minded losing to another female, but losing to the gay guy was embarrassing. Ha ha, isn't that the best Valentine's Day story ever?"
Of course, the thought that was running through my head at this point was, "THE gay guy? Does he seriously think there was only ONE gay guy working at Sally Jesse? I mean, honestly."