I can feel it, readers -- the slow shift started with an awkward conversation pertaining to The Oscars and it continues to clot the halls at the office...
The sudden interest around this blogette's love life is approaching alarming levels on the work front. And, might I add, none of this was proffered by me.
I assume it has a great deal to do with my age. I turn 24 next month and I am still single. In most cases, outsiders tend to start questioning the single gals once the mid-20s roll around, you know, since we're all supposed to be desperate to marry and have babies and whatnot.
I never discuss crushes or infatuations in the office, mostly because I find it unprofessional to do so (whether queer or straight, I often find the personal life is best kept in the private realm).
And the woman instigating this investigation is now in her 60s.
This week, we've had some gents in the office delivering office furniture, rearranging cubicles, and wrestling with the beast that is the air conditioning system. All I did was wander into her office to ask about payment procedures and I was met with:
"Oh, did you get a good look at the guy fixin' the air conditioning?? Oh, he is something. I mean, I know I'm married 'n' all, but I can still look, can't I?! A HA HA HA! How 'bout you. You get a good look, too? Hmm??"
I mumbled something about spreadsheets and rebates and then returned to the question at hand.
Ah, deflection -- it takes a talent to change the subject with a smooth hand.
Did I mention this afternoon marked the eighth day back in the office?
Hmm.
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