Wednesday, August 03, 2005

...and the startling conclusion!

Woke up kinda tired this morning, but rushed around getting ready to head off to work. Got there and played Kirby's Canvas Curse in the cafetaria for a while, then stopped by Erin's desk to talk with her before 9:00 came along. She was telling me about how a co-worker of her's was getting married in secret that day. They were supposed to get married this Saturday, with Erin and others being in the wedding, but this co-worker didn't want the family finding out. At first, I had concerns over who "the family" was, as, rumor has it, the groom is a gang member (I can only image how dangerous "Speak now, or forever hold your piece" could have been...) but apparently, it was just her normal family. Anyways, they were planning on doing it in secret that day at a justice of the peace instead.

An envelope was passed around taking money for a good-bye gift/cake/etc. for the girl I kinda liked, who will be leaving next week (she's out on vacation until Monday,) so I went to Erin to ask how much is good to put in. She said probably around $2, but I stuck in $3. What can I say, she was nice, I liked her, and it's sad she's going. It was a nice thing to do, I think...

Afterwards, I asked if Erin had heard from the other co-worker about the wedding, and she said no, since he hadn't come in. I figured it would be an afternoon wedding, and she'd have left for the second half of the day, but nah, she didn't come in. Being that Erin, the girl I kinda liked, and the co-worker who's getting married would spend their lunch breaks walking around outside, I knew Erin would have nobody to walk with, so I asked her if she wanted to hang out with me on lunch, I'd take a walk with her.

So lunch came, and we went outside and walked around the garage, as we talked about things I'm not really going to get into here. Ah, the sun, I don't often see you... Brave Helios, wake up your steeds, bring us the warmth the countryside needs! Anyways, I enjoyed it, I liked talking to and hanging out with her. Hopefully we'll do it again sometime. Afterwards, we headed back to the office, and I talked to her a bit at her desk, about astrology and various other stuff. Since I didn't really take a break in the morning, I kinda allowed that to extend my lunch break for a little while. She said not to worry about the time, as most of the office spends a lot of time chit-chatting. She's starting to be a bad influence on me, I think. Hehehe.

Afterwards, I headed back to my desk and looked around for my supervisor so I could get more work. She was nowhere to be found, and I got sucked into a conversation with Edgar again. I swear, he's starting to get me to loosen up or something, I wasn't as...restrained as I normally am...I'm a tad worried...

Eventually one of the higher-ups saw me and asked if I needed work, and I said yeah, I was looking for my supervisor to get some, but she's not at my desk. So she walked me down to a different supervisor and asked about work for me, then turned back and headed back to my supervisor's desk. I began following her, when Erin saw me and asked if I was wandering around. I began telling her what was going on, when the higher-up called me over, and perhaps it's just a little paranoia, but I swear I detected a bit of disapproval in her voice when she said my name the second time...

After that, I started on my work, when a co-worker approached me for help as to how to do something in Word. So as I was showing her that, I received a phonecall telling me that they finally received my ID Card, and for me to stop down and pick it up. I did not realize they wanted me to go at that moment, so I continued helping the co-worker, when eventually a man stopped by and dropped off my ID Card. When I got back to my desk, I found an E-Mail from Erin asking what time I go on my second break, and if I wanted to join her for it, so I said sure.

As it turns out, her boyfriend showed up at her desk soon after I replied, so he ended up walking with us. Walking with her on afternoon break is like, something he's never done but once before apparently. But she was very happy, and they made plans for a vacation next weekend. But we walked off to the roof and I listened to them talk for a while before we all headed back to the office. I headed back to my desk, finished off my work, and then stopped by Erin's desk before the day ended to say goodnight. She was planning on splitting out a bit early, meet up with a few friends for coffee, which is something she hasn't done in like a year (or was that drink coffee? I'm tired now, I can't remeeeeeeeeember.)


I haven't been out to a coffee place in like...almost 10 years. But, that's another story for another time. I actually wrote about that in Entry 24 of my old hard-covered journal. I started writing the Journal back in late Spring of 1995. Ryan, Don and I had gone to see "The Basketball Diaries" (a movie starring Leo DiCarpio as Jim Carroll, the musician who wrote that song "People Who Died". -- I was a fan of his music long before the movie, btw.)

Ryan was a friend from school, very quiet, extremely artistic. My artwork looks like it was done by a child compared to Ryan's talents. He was part of the circle of friends that included Ethan (who set me up with Heather, and Norton who was just completely off his rocker for most of the time I knew him.)

Don was our English/Music teacher. He was lead singer and guitarist in a local band (I have their CD, heh,) and the one who started teaching me how to play guitar in music class. He was very liberal, and one who could never accept that I was a conservative, since I do not behave like one (long hair, white stripe, rock T-Shirts, rebellious, music stylings, some of my views, etc.) I'm not a typical conservative, very unconventional. It just totally blew his mind. But anyways, him, Ryan and I hung out a bit.

So one night the three of us went and saw the Basketball Diaries, and then headed back to his house, where he hung out on his roof with a couple of others (his roommate, brother, and the guy who would later become my English teacher once I was in 12th grade (Don was leaving at the end of the school year to teach children in some foreign nation as part of some kind of peace corp. or something.)) During the end-of-year field trip to Canada, I happened upon Ryan as he was writing in his journal which the movie had inspired him to do, so I started one as well.

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