Dear D

Dear D,
Do you feel the energy buzz around us when you stand close? Do feel the sexual tension between us when we're near each other? Are you able to speak near me or do you have problems forming words/sentences? I do when you're near. Are you able to think clearly when I'm around or do your thoughts get jumbled together? I can't think straight when you're near.
D, what are we going to do about this??


Deppgrl

It's just a kiss.......right??

I was called late last night by my third shift supervisor to come in for my shift this morning to be on standby and I said I would; so I did, knowing there was a chance I could get sent home.

I went in and started working at my normal time. After working two hours, D pulled me outside of the plant and into the one hallway (one that hardly anyone uses). He said that there wasn’t enough work for me to stay for the rest of the day so he’d manually clock me out to show that I worked slightly over half the day. I said “Ok” then proceeded to take off my hard hat, hairnet and safety glasses; my ear plugs were already out.

As I started to turn to leave, D grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer to him, a little harder than he thought. I saw that I was going to bump into him so I dropped my hard hat, etc on the floor so I can brace myself against him and maybe push away. I kinda fell into him (clumsy me strikes again!) and wasn’t given a chance to push away; he was holding onto me a little too tightly for my liking.

Before I could tell/demand him to let me go, he leaned down and kissed me gently on my lips. I was kinda caught up for a second then I had a “Holy shit!” moment. I reminded myself that I was kissing my boss back. I pushed away from him, grabbed my crap I dropped on the floor and darted to the locker room.

Once up there, I changed as fast as I could, grabbed my purse and booked to the cafeteria to grab my lunch bag. As I was heading to the door to go through security to go outside, I heard D call my name. I ignored him and ran to my car.

What did I get myself into?

What can you cut sexual tension with??

I was told by three different people - at three different occassions - that these people could actually FEEL the sexual tension between D and myself. One individual said that D and I should just get a room and have sex then move on.

Now that y'all know....

Now that y’all know my “deep, dark secret” of me being in love with D, I don’t know what to write about now. All I know is that I can’t tell D how I feel not only because I’ll lose my job but also because I know damn well he is NOT interested in me at all……it’d be totally awkward if I did tell him.

I think I'm in love......with my boss. Yikes!

I think the reason why I get SO annoyed by D so often (more like on a daily basis, as a matter of fact) is because I think I am in love with him.

My kryptonite

Everyone has their own weakness and strengths, their own faults and perfect moments, etc. Sometimes I see many strengths/perfect moments in myself and then there are times that I only see a few. More often than not, I see more weaknesses and faults than anything else.

In this case, tonight, I’m talking about the weaknesses that people have for things, mine in particular. My weakness is D, my boss…..more like my Kryptonite. I swear that every time that he’s around, it’s like I had a lobotomy; I can’t think, I can’t speak, I trip over stuff that isn’t even there. Ugh.

It’s rather embarrassing to have your boss think you’re a complete idiot, clumsy fool and spazz. D knows that I’m not normally like that at all; although we all have our clumsy moments.

Today, I ended up working 12 hrs instead of the normal 8 hrs. I was switched to another section of where I was assigned this morning. It was a good break from where I was earlier but had to deal with two of the biggest goobers ever. I had to show them how to do the job at least 15 times before they got it.

D stayed a little late this afternoon…..he rarely ever does that unless it’s required of him to stay. He was looking at me. I rolled my eyes and asked him what was wrong. He said nothing; which was slightly surprising but whatever. He continued to look at me as I worked, saying nothing, no smile, and no nothing. Whatever; it’s his problem and NOT mine. I decided to ignore him to see what would happen. He finally left a few minutes later, which was good. I was in NO mood to be baby sat by my boss; there are better things to be done.

 I won’t be surprised to hear more rumors about D and I when I go in a matter of a few hours

Not wanting to return to work tomorrow.

I really don’t want to return to work tomorrow and it’s not because of getting up in a matter of hours but just really not wanting to work tomorrow. I enjoyed the first 3 day weekend in a long time – about 2 months. I think I’m slightly spoiled now that I had 3 days off. But I think that part of the problem is that the past few nights, I haven’t been sleeping well; that’s what makes it hard getting up in the morning (plus late nights like tonight).

As of right now, I don’t want to deal with D in the morning. I’ve got a feeling that he’ll be annoying the hell out of me. Have y’all ever seen the “Grumpy Cat” memes on Fb? Grumpy Cat reminds me of D. ‘Nuff said.

Night, all.

More pageviews when I mention my boss

I'm rather curious why I'm getting more pageviews when I mention my job and my boss. Is it because it's more entertaining than the story I'm posting about?

I know my skills as an author aren't great....No, I'm not going to quit my day job. Right now, I need an income so I can build up my account and move out on my own

Why must I get so annoyed by one person??

Out of the amount of people I know, why must I get SO annoyed by my boss, D?? Everywhere I go at work, he’s usually there; just standing around by himself (or occasionally with someone else), watching me work. D usually has a certain…..look of pleasure…..in his eyes as I work. People have noticed him looking at me with this look of pleasure. When I move an inch, he moves his head with me. When I walk to another section of the line I’m working on, his head and his eyes follow.

I’m not sure if I should be flattered or not; but I’m rather annoyed by it. Why can’t he just tell me what’s on his mind or even tell me why he “has” to watch me work when he damn well knows I bust my ass off? He knows I keep shit like that to myself.  I kinda want to know why he’s got that look of pleasure in his eyes when I see him watch me work but I know he won’t share the reason.

IF he’s interested (which we all know that he is NOT interested in me), why won’t he say something to me about it? It should be pretty obvious that I’m slightly interested in him despite him blowing hot and cold all the time. Y’all could tell that to some degree, I’ve got it bad for him….Look at all the posts I’ve written that he’s mentioned!!

So somebody actually does have a heart

Today was the last work day of the week for me and I’m quite grateful; despite only working 3 days this week. Like I said in an earlier post sometime in the past week, I needed the break of working 5 to 6 days of 12 hour shifts. It was too much stress, tension, drama, lack of sleep and running on pure exhaustion.

The last two nights, I’d been staying up late despite knowing that I need as much sleep as possible in order to survive an 8 hr shift. I think that’s part of what caused today’s clumsy moment…..brought to you by Deppgrl.

I had to palletize 24 to 25 pound boxes (filled with candy) for most of the day. “Palletize” basically means to stack a wooden pallet with Item X; in my case, boxes of candy. Anyways, when I got to stacking the 5^th tier on the one pallet, I didn’t have a great grip on the box and it slipped out of my hands, hitting my safety glasses – breaking the arm where the arm meets the lens – which in turns makes the bottom part of the lens of the safety glasses AND the edge of the box hit my left cheek bone. After the box and my safety glasses hit my cheek bone and bounces off of me, I let it drop. I pick it up and set it to the side so we can make a new box for the candy.

A few minutes after this happened, I went upstairs to the office to speak with D. I explained to him that I had a clumsy moment and what happened. He took short notes of what I said. He placed a few fingers under my chin so he could turn my head to see if there was any bruising – which I didn’t since it’d just happened. He did give me one of those instant break and shake ice packs to apply to my cheek bone during lunch to bring down the swelling (still have a little swelling but not as much as before).

During the day, D checked on me a few times to see how my cheek was and if there was any bruising; which there’s no sign of bruising, just sore and tender.

When I got home and after showering, I took some Aleve and used an ice pack on my cheek since my cheek was a little painful. I did receive a text from D not too long ago just double checking to see how I was.

It appears that the Drill Sergeant, aka D, has a heart after all

Now I know.....I think....I guess; not entirely sure, but whatever

I went into work as scheduled today. I didn’t want to get up since I stayed up late last night (and yet again tonight even though I’m getting up in a few hours). I realized as I was driving into work that I needed to speak to D about me staying over an extra 4 hours on Friday – completely forgot to tell him Tuesday morning….the main point is that I remembered. D was a bit rude, asking me why I didn’t tell him Monday and my response was that on Friday he took me off the schedule on Monday, plus I didn’t remember until today. He said that I coulda called and I said that was true but yet again reminded him that I didn’t remember until today. He said that I knew that payroll goes in on Monday and I said that I didn’t know that but last time someone said anything about payroll, it was getting done on a Wednesday, not a Monday.

Anyways, fast forward working an hour into the shift. Lucky me, I get assigned to work with the most annoying guy ever. He says something that’s ridiculously stupid; I become a little bitchy and shut him down. Eventually word gets to back to D. As I run out of the cafeteria to head back to where I’m working (I was running a minute or two late; as usual) and nearly knocked over D. He pulled me aside (I carefully had to type aside NOT astride; although we’d both enjoy it!!) to ask me how I got this guy to shut up. I said it was a mix of me having a short fuse, being completely annoyed and speaking my mind. D laughed pretty hard and said that “Linda” (the group leader) had mentioned that today was the only day that she saw this super annoying guy ACTUALLY do some work.

I, jokingly, offered my short fuse to be lit the next time a lazy person needs a fire lit under their ass. D laughed and thanked me for my “offer”.

At first, I thought I knew that D was interested in me but IF he was (which he really isn’t), he’d be more than subtle when it comes to me knowing he was….then I thought that he MIGHT be interested but realized that he is NOT. He’ll just be my fantasy guy.

An honest confession

I’ve been doing a ton of thinking before Jimmy’s death and a ton after his death….but his death made me realize some things that I want and most likely wanted for a long time.

1.       I want to be married

2.       I want to be a stay at home and have many kids (like 5 or 6)

3.       I want to travel the world more

4.       I want to live in Italy & hold a dual citizenship (US/Italy - even though the US doesn’t “recognize” dual citizenship; can’t remember the reason why)

5.       I don’t want to turn out to be “The Crazy Cat/Dog Lady” with 10 cats/dogs

6.       I want to get Rosetta Stone and learn several languages but too lazy to do it

7.       I want to own a horse farm of rescue horses and staff people who’ve come out of abusive relationships

8.       Not only do I want to learn Krav Maga, I want to take up kick boxing

Some venting

It’s been a really rough week; I was struggling with Jimmy’s death as I working 72 hours this week.  As I walked to the morning meeting, my boss (“D”) had asked me if I was ok and could handle working a crazy week and I said yes, then I asked him if he could hunt me down sometime that day; he never did nor did he the other days. Finally on Friday, I quietly asked D to hunt me down because I wanted to talk to him but it can wait towards the end of the day before he leaves. He looks at me, sees tears welling up in my eyes and said that he would before I went to lunch.

The entire 8 hour shift came and went; D did not come down to talk to me. I took a 30 minute shift break between my shift and the next shift. By the time I came back to where we’d have the afternoon shift meeting, there was D. I pulled him to the side to talk with him. Here’s the conversation (to what I remember):

“Hey, D. Look….I wanted to let you know why I was a hot mess when I came in this week. My friend committed suicide on Friday (May 10^th)…..”

“Why didn’t you call off from work? I would’ve let you take the time off you needed.”
“I didn’t want the time off, nor did I need it. ‘Linda’ knew about it, thought that she would’ve told you…..considering she tells you everything that I tell her!”

“No she doesn’t tell me everything you say….at least not after you ripped her a new one – which she completely deserved by the way. I wish you told me earlier this week.”

“At that point, the less people who knew the better. Plus, I need to make a friggin’ appointment to come talk to you. You could say that I’m not exactly high on your priority list….you couldn’t even be bothered to come see me when you said you would.”

“You don’t need an appointment to come see me and I didn’t say that you’re low on my priority list; I’ve never said that! I didn’t come down to see you because I had a rough day!”

“You had a rough day? I’ll tell you about a rough as all hell day….I worked 12 hours last Friday, missed calls and texts from my friend’s mother, met her at his apartment, open the door and see his brain splattered all over the foyer. I haven’t had much sleep since seeing that. I didn’t get home until the early hours of Saturday morning. I’ve been working 12 hour days all week this week, missed the funeral service of my friend and I get told by a supervisor they had a “rough” day. What you had today, D? It was a cake walk compared to what I had to work with for a week. Until you see your friend’s brain & blood all over the place, that’s far from a rough day!”

“I – I – I’m sorry that you’ve been struggling all week. Of course I didn’t have a day or week from hell like you have. I’ll come see you before I leave; I’m staying a little late myself.”

“Don’t bother hunting me down….you hardly hunt me down these days. I’ll see you next week!”

Then I storm off back to where I was assigned to work. I knew from the moment I had asked him early Friday morning that he wouldn’t swing by. He comes down from the office once a day, usually mid morning, to take a quick glance to see how the temp agency employees are doing then heads back up to the office for the rest of the day.

I don’t know what I saw in him a few months ago and barely see in him now (besides that he’s kinda – physically – attractive and close to my height).

Sad news in life.

Hello readers!
I'm sorry that I haven't posted anything new in close to a month. I've been working close to 65 hours a week (5 12 hr days; sometimes 6 12 hr days).
As I'd been getting ready for bed tonight, I wanted to let y'all know that I'll be taking another week or so off from writing in my blog due to I'm mourning my friend who committed suicide on Friday early evening.
He'd been diagnosed with AIDS about 2 years ago - after my instance of him going to going to the doctor. He'd been prescribed a medication to help "maintain" his....health, I guess you could say and started seeing a psychiatrist as well. The last 6 months of my friend's life, he'd given up on life, stopped taking his AIDS meds, didn't take good care of himself, pushed people away from him and said that I care too much. This past Thursday, he called me to apologize for being an ass and said that everything is ok. I went into work as usual on Friday, in hopes my friend would start taking care of himself and start taking his meds again.
His mother called and texted me quite a few times throughout the day stating that she couldn't get in contact with my friend. When I got out of work, I called her back and told her to meet me at his apartment. When we both got there, I suggested that I be the one to open the apartment (she has heart issues). I opened the door and there was my friend, dead in the foyer. He took his gun and shot himself in the head. I turned right around and called 911.
The police and the ambulance came about 20 minutes later. As the medics came to the door, I had informed them that my friend was tested positive for AIDS so the medics could take full safety measures.
I'm grateful that I had the weekend off so I could handle my friends' suicide before going back to work on Monday.
Today was the funeral but I was told by my friends' that it was ok if I didn't go. I ended up not going....I couldn't bring myself to go.

Thank you all for understanding.

Luxembourg calls

I walk, more like waddle, into the conference room that is now across the hall from the suite that Vin and I are in. At 8 months pregnant, I can’t walk far without tiring easily. As soon as I got passed the door, I raided the fridge for apple juice and chocolate chip cookies; my only craving during pregnancy….well, other than sex.

As soon as I have my goodies, I snag a sturdy chair and clumsily plop down. Looking around, I see only five or six people in the conference room. Before I can open my juice and cookies, my desk phone rings and I see a phone number coming up on my caller ID. The country code is from Luxembourg. I’m in deep shit. My French is horrible; I can’t speak Luxembourgish (the High German language) and my German sucks. I answer, speaking in English, hoping that whoever’s calling can speak English.

“Hello. This is United States FBI Agent Marguerite Guidicelli. How can I assist you today?”

“Bonjour, agent spécial. C'est la capitale du Luxembourg vocation. Nous avons un patriote italien ex ici qui contient des informations sur l'assassinat du pape. Quand pouvez-vous obtenir sur le prochain vol ici? (Bonjour, Special Agent. This is the capital of Luxembourg calling. We have an Italian ex patriot here who has information on the assassination of the Pope. When can you get on the next flight here?)”

“Je vois. Ma capacité à parler et comprendre le français n'est pas très grande. Parlez-vous anglais par hasard? (I see. My ability to speak and understand French is not great. Do you speak English by any chance?)”

“Bien sûr! My apologies, Agent. I have heard many great things about you; including the ability to speak many languages. I’m calling on behalf of Luxembourg, Luxembourg. We have an Italian ex patriot here who has information in regards of the Pope and the assassination attempt. Is there a way that you can get on the earliest flight here?”

“Sir, my health is of concern right now and has been kept under wraps lately. I’ve been married for 8 months and during those months, I’ve been pregnant the entire time. It is against my private physician’s decision to fly so late in my pregnancy. Please tell me that you can fly here with this individual. My team is one fourth of what it used to be and I am unable to send someone else in my place”

“I am sorry that you are unable to fly here. We were hoping that one day we’d meet the famous Marguerite, ahem, Guidicelli. I will fly there with the ex patriot. Whom shall I call in order to arrange everything?”

I explained that they can call Giovanni to arrange everything and that after the birth, I will, along with Vin and the babies fly to Luxembourg.

After this hour long conversation, I am now able to eat my cookies and now warm apple juice. I could always get a cold juice and replace the warm one back in the fridge but was too exhausted to. I took my time to process the call that I received and then I turned back to the phone and called Giovanni, asking him to rejoin myself, and Vin, in the suite.

A few minutes later, my cousin, my husband and I are in the suite discussing the call from Luxembourg. Other then Vin and Giovanni, I don’t trust many others. I ask Giovanni to step in and assist me with this part of the investigation because of his ability to speak both German and French. I’m thankful he agrees to help.

Once he leaves, Vin and I walk hand in hand to our room. I take off my slippers, pull the blankets back, roll onto the bed, get comfortable and pull the covers up. Vin joins me from the other side of the bed. He wraps both arms around me, kisses the back of my head and we both fall asleep.

Questioning my cousin

After getting my Italian team up to speed with what Elizabeth mentioned, I called Giovanni and asked to come up to the suite that Vin and I have pretty much taken over. Giovanni has known me long enough to know when something’s amiss and important.

What seems like hours is only a matter of minutes. Knowing that Giovanni speaks English very well, he’s better in Latin and, of course, his native language: Italian.

“Ciao, cugino. Grazie per essere venuto con così poco preavviso. Ero al telefono con Sua Maestà la Regina Elisabetta II d'Inghilterra. Lei crede che il tentativo assassination è un lavoro intern, credo che pure. Che cosa mi uccide è che lei fortemente suggerito che si aveva a che fare con il tentativo assassisnation al Papa. Non voglio crederle a causa del fatto che tu sei mio cugino e, al tempo stesso, io voglio crederle perché è anche mio cugino. C'è qualcosa che vuoi dirmi? (Hello, Cousin. Thank you for coming at such short notice. I was on the phone with Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II of England. She believes that the assassisnation attempt is an inside job; I believe that as well. What kills me is that she strongly suggested that you had something to do with the assassisnation attempt on the Pope. I do not want to believe her due to the fact that you are my cousin and at the same time, I do want to believe her because she is also my cousin. Is there anything that you want to tell me?)”

“Mag. Vorrei che ci potrebbe essere un modo migliore per parlare con te di questo. E 'stato mi preoccupa per mesi. Come sacerdote, non sono in grado di condividere quello che ho sentito in confessione. So che sai già che, nonostante non si sia cattolico. Ma io vengo a ordinare di rompere quello che ho sentito in quella confessione. Qualcuno è venuto da me circa una settimana prima che il tentativo e mi ha confessato che erano una parte della pianificazione, ma non le riprese. L'obiettivo era quello di mutilare Il Papa abbastanza per Il suo ritiro così gli italiani e di cattolici di tutto Il mondo potrebbe avere un papa più giovane che sarà il Vicario di Cristo per un periodo più lungo. Purtroppo, questo è tutto quello che so del tentativo di Sua Santità. Non so chi sia questa persona né so a chi altro è o è stato coinvolto. Mi dispiace che ti ho deluso. Spero che un giorno tu mi perdoni, cugino! (Mag. I wish there could be a better way to talk to you about this. It has been troubling me for months. As a priest, I am unable to share what I hear in confession. I know that you already know that despite you not being Catholic. But I come to sort of break what I heard in that confession. Someone did come to me about a week before the attempt and confessed to me that they were a part of the planning, but not the actual shooting. The goal was to maim the Pope enough for his retirement so the Italians and other Catholics around the world could have a younger pope who will be the Vicar of Christ for a longer period. Sadly, that is all I know of the attempt on His Holiness. I do not know who this person is nor do I know who else is or was involved. I am sorry that I have let you down. I hope that one day you will forgive me, Cousin!)”.

Luscious Men: A break in the case

Despite the amounts of time my husband and I spend “alone” time together, well, alone, I’ve been keeping my ears and eyes open to everything I see and hear from the Italian team; or at least what’s left of it. I see Benny often to see how he is. The good news is that he’s healing faster than anyone his age should but is what matters the most; besides finding the people involved trying to kill the pope, I mean my great uncle in law.

One day, on the off chance she’d answer when I call, I decided to call my extremely distant cousin, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Windsor; you may know her as Her Royal Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II. It, indeed, was my lucky day – she answered her phone.

“Thank you for taking my call, Lilibet! I appreciate you taking the time to talk with me. I’m concerned with Benny and the situation over here with the assassination attempt. He’s not saying anything to either myself or my husband, his great grand nephew or something like that. Anyways, I figured I’d give you a call to see what your insight would be. I know that you and Benny have become friends over the years; maybe he’s said something to you recently??”

“Maggie, dear! I’ve heard what’s been going on and have talked to Benny several times.  He sounds funny each time I call him; not ha ha funny but strange funny. I figure that you feel like he’s got his own hand in the whole attempt on his life; maybe that’s why it was only an “attempt”. I have the same feeling that he’s either involved or knows who did; knowing that the person could only harm him not kill him. I think it’s an inside person; I hate to say this but it could your cousin Il Camerlango.”

“You know what, Lilibet? I’ve already asked them both and they both said no. Giovanni doesn’t type as the sociopath type but then again he’s my cousin about one hundred times removed so I may be a bit partial so I could always ask someone else to profile him and see what they come up with. I’d love if it wasn’t Giovanni and of course hate it if it were him. I’ll get in motion. I’ll have others close to him profiled as well!”

I hang up with the queen and get started on my Italian team with their job assignments. I had a feeling that Lilibet MAY have a role in the assassination attempt since she was so eager to point fingers at my other cousin. Why would a cousin point out another cousin to a cousin? Something smells rotten in the state of Denmark….ok, Vatican City.

Men are SO annoying!!

Unfortunately I was unable to speak with D about him getting pissy about the one guy who was chasing me at work. It really pissed me off at the time but whatever. I ended up getting called to go into work last Thursday and it wasn’t great at all.

There’ve been rumors going around about myself and D. Normally I wouldn’t have cared if it was just me but it makes me look bad when my male supervisor is linked to the rumors. I’m supposedly dating D, sleeping with him and pregnant with his child. The worst I’ve heard to date was: “There goes D’s little slut!”

I have to call every Friday to get my schedule for the following week. This past Friday I called and was told I wasn’t scheduled which sucks but whatever. I call my second shift supervisor, Vic, (on his cell phone) and explained to him that I wasn’t scheduled at all. He was surprised and said that he’d do his best to get me scheduled this week.

My third shift supervisor, “T”, called me at 6 am this morning telling me that the work order increased and needed me in R & D. I said “Ok” and hung up. It took me all of 15 minutes to get ready this morning; which is a miracle because I didn’t have a sandwich packed last night nor did I get any clothes ready.

I sped to get to work and I was still a few minutes late. Thankfully T was very understanding; it was a shame that D was not. At this point, I don’t care if he was or was NOT understanding!! A few other people and  I get sent to R & D (Research & Development) and after a bit, D comes up to nab the kid who stayed an extra few hours from T’s overnight shift; staring at me the entire time. I look at him with a bit of disdain so he can sense I really didn’t want to talk to him.

After lunch, he comes back up to see how we’re doing. I ignore him as my one co worker busts on me staying that my “fantasy man” is visiting us. I turn so red, look at D then get back to work; hoping he did NOT notice me turning red. Oh, but he did. He couldn’t stop staring at me.

D, seriously, pick a mood and stick with it, ok? Do you hate me, love me, can’t stand me, want to date me or do me, just flirt with me, do you wanna blow hot or cold or do you just wanna keep me at arm’s length??

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.