yellowducky's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Paradime Shift I was doing an internet job search yesterday when I got called away from my desk to help a client. I came back and my boss was sitting at my desk downloading a database. I know she saw my search, the question is, did she assume it was for myself or for a client? Ohhh, this is not good. I've seen what happens once people tell her they are leaving. You'd think they were all red-headed step-children. She's been acting a little strange since then. My plan is to act as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and then make a big list of job search engines on the 'net to be given out for client use. I'm not actually lying, but it is misleading. I got damp graham cracker spit into my face yesterday. Ugh. He's only 11 years old though, and it was my fault for making him laugh at the wrong time. Still, it's hard to feel very professional when you go through the day picking gops of damp crumbs out of your hair and cleavage. I went to a group acivity last night, and was so sad when Flyboy wasn't there. I was sitting down talking to a friend, looked up, and he was exactly across the room looking at me. I smiled, he smiled, he walked over to me and didn't leave my side for the rest of the night. Little boy just needs to admit he's hot for me. He invited me over friday night for movies with a small group. I'm a little iffy about it. On the one hand, I really want to hang out with him and give him an opportunity to figure out he can't live without me. On the other hand, I want to move our relationship from flirting friends to something more. Is hanging out going to foster this paradime shift? I'm just not sure. Mr. Levski, you left half a cheesecake at my house last weekend. That was very cruel. Very cruel indeed. 8:44 a.m. - January 08, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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