First impressions.

Original post: January 17, 2008

Okay, I should've written this earlier in the week when it was fresher in my mind, but I couldn't find the time (surprisingly).

Two Sundays ago, I got the chance to work with Jess from Sterling's Medford branch. It was fun. She's nice, and we ended up talking most of the time we were there. When we left that afternoon, I told her it was nice working with her, and I hoped we did it again sometime. Nothing wrong with that, right?

Well, this past Friday, Ken had to go to Medford for the day, and when he came back on Monday, he asked me how I liked working with her.

"She's cool. Except when she told me about her sudden food poisoning that she got the night before... Why?"
"Nothing. It's just, I asked how she liked working with you, and she goes, 'It was good...' Only with that inflection at the end, like there was something off."
"...What?"
"She was a little weirded out with what you said when you were leaving."
"...What?"
"It's okay. I smoothed it over. I said to her, 'Look, you don't know what's going on. We've worked the last two months with Linda from that other branch, and we're happy to be working with ANYBODY else...' She felt better after that."
"...She thinks I'm creepy?"
"No..."
"You just said it. I creeped her out by saying that I'd like to work with her again."
"Dude, I dunno... She did think you were cute, though."

As if that made me feel better. Here I was, thinking that I spent an entire shift with someone I hadn't met before and actually DIDN'T make an ass out of myself for a change, only to find out I actually did. Unknowingly. But just at the end. The rest of the day was fine. It seems like no matter what I do, in the end, I'm still hopeless.

"Okay... Whatever. She's got a boyfriend, anyway."
"No, she doesn't."
"She mentioned him several times..."
"Yeah, well... She kinda is and isn't. She was telling me about it. She says that they broke up, but she stupidly mentioned that they should still 'be friends.' So now, she's kinda stuck in dating limbo."
"Uh-huh..."

Now that I think back on it, mentioning him by using the title boyfriend was probably some subconscious way of getting me to stop flirting, which I will concede I was doing. I flirt with everybody, though. Especially the cute ones.

"Anyway, I see you're working with her again next month..."

Great... Now I'm gonna spend an entire Sunday shift in silence because I'll be self-conscious about everything I do. Ugh...