Looking forward to work this coming week

As much as I hate getting up at 5 am for work, it's kinda worth it. I get up, go to work and come home when others are still stuck at work and will have to deal with traffic during rush hour.
Even though I don't always like my job, there are times that I enjoy it for other reasons than the pay check. My non gossiping co workers and I have a good time shooting the breeze and joking around. For the most part, they're a good gang.
Anyways, I'm kinda looking forward to working this work week even though it's only two days. It'll help keep my days full and me busy, but it'll give me an opportunity to ask "D" why he was SO pissy when he said that "men" were chasing me all over the floor; it was only ONE older guy, NOT multiple. Yeesh!

Going a different route

I’m going a different route today. As we all know, this blog started out about all the “attractive” men I’ve come across in recent months, then it turned into a story then eventually stopping. Let’s face it folks, I’m NO author. The blog turned story SUCKED and sucked bad! I freely admit it.

The different route I’m going today is to share what’s been going on at work. Sharing, venting, explaining….whatever the hell you want to call it. I don’t mind/care what you call it. As always, feedback IS welcome!

Towards the early to middle of December, the one supervisor we had lasted not even 2 weeks. She was caught having a pack of cigarettes in her locker (there’s a HUGE rule/guideline about that for the temp agency that I work for) so she was fired. She was nice but paid the price for having cigs in her possession on the property.

About a week after that, we ended up getting another NEW supervisor. His name is “D” – his first name starts with D and since he is a former military personnel, he goes by the formal version of his name but for the blog, he will be known simply as “D”.

At first, no one liked D at all. He ran the morning meetings as a roll call, lack for a better term, used in the military. I didn’t mind at all; I have a thing for military men, plus my two biological grandfathers were in WWII; Gramps was in the Navy as a Third Class Boatswain (survived multiple kamikaze pilots and survived the Battle of Leyte Gulf) and Grandfather was in the Army as an infantryman. Let’s say I was used to the strict rules when visiting both sets of biological grandparents, so the morning meetings weren’t bad at all. Actually they were a whole lot easier because I had my bed, room, (folded) clothes, etc inspected as well as my appearance (if I had wrinkly clothes or whatnot).

A few weeks later, closer to my 30^th birthday in early January, D loosened up a little bit but still pretty strict; a bit of a turn on for me. One day, after going in at 3 am (instead of my usual 7 am) and working until 7:40 pm, a 16 hour day, a few of my co workers were on our way to punch out at the time clock. We had to pass the mini gym reserved for the associates who work directly for the company who our temp agency works directly with. A hip hop song was blaring to the point where anyone in a 100 yard radius could hear it. I attempt to bust a move but like I said, it was an attempt. D had seen me making the poor attempt of dancing and said that I looked like an adorable mouse dancing. I busted out loud laughing and kinda made a snorting sound which made everyone laugh pretty hard. I can make a snorting sound on command; just don’t tell my mother, ok? Thanks!

We punch out and leave. I’m not thinking about what D had said but the others were insuating that D likes me or is interested me; I said that he was simply being nice and teasing me a little bit.

The last week in January, I ended up falling ass first on some ice bruising my tail bone and still continuing going to work – I DID sign up to work 13 hour shifts for the Valentine’s Day rush with special orders. Let’s just say I was in severe pain to the point that I was crying….I never cry.

Someone had told D that I hurt my tail bone and he ordered me to go to the doctor so I could be “cleared” to go back to work. I did and had the doctor’s office fax the note over to work that night so I could go into work the next morning. There was really nothing the doctor could do for me other than tell me to alternate taking 2 Aleve every 12 hours and taking 3 Tylenol every 4 to 6 hours for break through pain.

The next morning, I go into work. D said that he received the doc’s ok for me to return to work and all I said was “Ok” as I passed him to go to the locker room to change into my uniform. He kinda looked shocked with how little I said but I didn’t care.

I got my daily assignment and got to work. Not even 20 minutes later, D pops over to my station and pulls me outside of the work area (where there are NO loud machines) and asked me why I was so short.  I said that it was my genetic makeup. He laughed and said that he meant my answer when I was walking by. I told him I knew what he meant but couldn’t resist cracking a joke and said that was the only thing that needed to be said after telling me he got my doc’s ok.

We talked for a little bit more about what meds I’d be taking while working and I told him that it was Aleve and Tylenol and how often I’d be taking them. He said that 30 to 45 minutes before my next dosage of what I was taking, he’d get me so I could go discreetly to the office and take the Aleve or the Tylenol. At one point, he took an Ace bandage and the instant ice pack (the kind that you break then shake to activate) and wrapped the ice pack held by the Ace bandage around my lower back so I could have a little more relieve as I work.

We did this for about a week before he kinda slipped up with sharing with a few others with what I did to my tail bone. In front of a few people, he said that I should go home, take a nice bubble bath to soak my tail bone and get a massage. I responded with a devilish smile and said to him that there’s only one person that I’d want to give me a massage; I then look him over several times. He smiled.

About 2 weeks since I fell ass first on the ice, I started not needing to take as much Aleve and Tylenol (Asperceme and Bengay did jack shit in helping) and was able to go back to lifting and moving heavy ass things.

Over the past few weeks, there’d been times that when I enter a certain area, my coworkers fall silent. I pulled one aside and asked what the deal was. He said that everyone’s talking about the relationship between myself and D; wondering if he and I are dating, screwing, engaged, etc. I laughed then asked why everyone was talking shit like that. This coworker said that everyone BUT me could see the special treatment I was receiving from D. I said I don’t get treated any differently than anyone else except for the time my tail bone was bruised. I usually get stuck with the worst work that no one else wants to do. Where’s the special treatment in that? Nowhere to be seen.

About a month ago, D called me to talk to me about the schedule. He said something similar to: “Depgrl, I haven’t forgotten about you. I’ve been thinking about you!”. I have NO problem with what or how he said that, BUT his voice was husky and raspy when he said it; kinda like there was lust in his voice. I’d told a friend about it the following day and my friend said that it was easy to tell that D IS in fact interested in me. Oh, great!

In the past two weeks, I get sent to an area in the plant where it’s about 45 degrees (Fahrenheight) and get even colder air blasted on me. I’d been wearing an extra shirt but I got yelled at about it on Monday so I got rid of the extra shirt during my first break then went back to freeze my chackas off. After a bit I was shivering and called upstairs. D answered and I explained the situation. I asked where I (yes ME) could grab an acceptable jacket to wear so I could not freeze. He said that he’d get me a jacket and I said that I have 2 legs and I could get it myself but just wasn’t sure where to go to get it. I eventually go on my lunch break with a few other of my coworkers. I hadn’t sat down for 2 minutes then D appears, resting his hand on my shoulder, telling me a jacket’s in the “back” for me. I thank him and then he leaves to go eat lunch with another supervisor. My coworkers bust on me saying that D’s in love with me. I scoff and deny it, explaining that I’m far from attractive and far from his type. They all laugh. As I head back to work after my lunch break, the other supervisor “A” tells me about the jacket; I thank him as well than continue on my way. I get back to the area where I’m designated to work throw the jacket on and start working. About 20 minutes late, D swings by complementing me on how the jacket fits. I think AND say: “Um, thanks?”

After punching out that day, I pull the second shift supervisor aside to talk to him. D said to me: “Depgrl, first there was me, then “Nick” and now “Victor”. I’m hurt!” then winks.

I reply with a devilish smile: “‘Nick’is child’s play, ‘Vic’ is the man. You’re still MY man!” then look him over like I’m going to devour him whole.

Anyways, that’s the sharing, venting, bitching, ranting, whatever the hell you want to call it. What are your thoughts, dear readers? What are your thoughts on D liking me? I say he’s being flirtatious.