Dec 122007

I am naive. I never know when someone has a crush on me, I keep thinking Days of Our Lives will get good again, I think my cats will live forever.

And I never considered the possibility of retaliation after the Pig Mask Showdown.

I spent the first six hours of last night’s shift being psychologically heckled and taunted by Kim. “What’s wrong, Erin? Scared?” Her voice had a chilling cadence that made me suck air past my teeth. I panicked every time she left her desk and was out of my sight. I jumped at the sound of every padded footstep.

Three times she successfully scared the piss from its sac last night.

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Three motherfucking times.

1. I was sitting at my desk, working diligently like I do, when I felt the sensation of being watched. A quick turn to my right showed me Kim standing right next to me, right next to me, holding out a pen in prime poking position. I screamed. She laughed and said, “God, I wasn’t even trying!

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2. I had scooted over to Eleanore’s desk so she could show me something on her screen. When I wheeled back to my desk next door, I noticed several small wads of paper had congregated on the floor under my seat.

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Wow, I made a mess tonight, I thought as I went back to work. Seconds later, I glimpsed an airborne paper ball in my peripheral. Kim! I jumped out of my seat and craned my neck, trying to look over top of her desk, thinking for sure that she was crouched down in the hallway on the other side. I turned around to tell Eleanore I was going to get to the bottom of it when I saw her. She had flattened herself against the small partitioning that separates my desk from the day-shift woman who sits next to me and sucks back snot like a Teamster.

Kim was doubled over, face red in silent laughter. She had been chucking folded-up scraps of paper over the partition and running her pen up and down it, in hopes of baiting me to peek around. I don’t know how she was able to stay so quiet! I’d have been snorting and squealing and breathing heavily. I called her a little bitch and ran away.

3. During the last hour of the night, I was regaling Collin and Bob with tales of the pizza guy I was stalking (they were hanging on my every word, believe me). I had my back toward the hallway while visiting them in their area, and it was the perfect set-up for Kim to walk all the way around the perimeter of the department and shove something (fanned papers? I was too scared to notice) in my face while shouting. It was so startling that even Bob was jolted.

I had roller coaster heart for the rest of the night and slept with my lamp on. Kim should be a ninja. Or at the very least, a CIA agent.

Today, I walked into work, determined to give her the silent treatment—you know, the most mature tactic I’m capable of—when she said, “I saw these today and thought of you so I bought them!” and tossed a pair of awesome red-and-white striped fingerless gloves layered over a black pair onto my desk.

She’s always fucking with my emotions and I fall for it every time. Because I’m naive.

  10 Responses to “Striped Hands to Hold My Naivete”

  1. Hey, I have gloves like that except mine are black & white striped. I got them at Kmart and should have bought more pairs. My hands get so cold in the winter and then I feel bad when I touch my kid. Even though she’s a little freak and grabs my hand to stuff under her head when she naps no matter how frigid it feels.

    I <3 <3 <3 my baby. :D

    • Oh Michelle, I’m in <33333 with the pictures you just put up on flickr. Delia is so freakin' cute!

    • Thank you! I took her to JC Penney today to have portraits taken (her grandma insists upon it and pays so who am I to say no). Black velvet dress with a big black velvet bow on her head. I thought the bow would be too much, but OMG the cuteness! I spent the money grandma gave and way too much of mine ordering prints. Just wait until I post those.

      BTW, my sister is trying to arrange Delia’s marriage to some strange boy baby. I told her no way! I then showed her pictures of Riley and told her that he was much superior. See, he has a zombie doll! Delia needs a boy like that so he can relate to her upbringing, ya know?

  2. OMG! *I* keep thinking Days of Our Lives will get good again! I must be naive as well…

    Sounds like she got you. You’ll have to exact your revenge at some later date, when she least expects it…

  3. Oh yeah, I just posted a *secret* on my LJ earlier today, and I’m not sure if you saw it, because for some reason I put your feed on the list and not your LJ, and I don’t think that will work. So now you’re on the filter.

    I’m so not good at the filter thing.

  4. I NEVER know when someone has a crush on me. Eek.

  5. she bought you gloves…

    you’re SO easy.

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