Lorraine Says: The Weird Girl at the Lunch Table. Of Life.

I’m working very hard to keep my new co-workers from thinking I am weird. It’s hard when I spend so much time: bouncing around in my office chair, drumming my fingers on the desk, making funny faces at my computer screen and jumping from here to high heaven whenever someone looks over the wall of my cube to talk to me. 

Also, yesterday, my new boss Long introduced me officially at the ops meeting and asked me to talk about myself and what I liked to do outside of the office.

Answers I don’t usually like to lead with: nail polish shopping, zebra cake eating, blogging, blogging, or more blogging. So, I went with the safe, “I like long walks on the beach.” 

JUST KIDDING. I said movie watching and book reading and friend... hanging... with.  (I actually said that exact sentence. Winner, winner.) 

And so, of course, my boss asked me what I’m currently reading. 

Actual answer: Fifty Shades of Grey. 

In my head: No. No! NO. DO NOT SAY. DO NOT ADMIT TO READING THAT. 

So I scrambled around my head for something I’d read recently. 

Actual answer: Insurgent, Puppet Parade and The Selection,

What I Remembered: The Knife of Never Letting Go

I can live with a book settles on another world and war and aliens and stuff being my answer.

Because the truth is that I’m always the weird girl in the office. I’m also the weird girl outside of the office. I’m the weird girl in life.

Being around so many people, and yet having lots of down time between trainings and meetings has left me tired and reeling. So, after a little bit of an absence, I bring you a short seven things list, in an effort to contain some of my thoughts: 

Seven Things From My Week 

1. History - I had dinner with Penny last night, and as always, it was hilarious. Having to meet and socialize with a bunch of new people helps me appreciate, even more, the people in my life who need no explanations. No prefaces. The people who share my history. 

We can talk about her new boyfriend Clock, or about Fifty Shades and how she’s highlighting specific things for me to include in my posts. 

“You realize you’re going to have to stop writing those recaps soon, right?” she said after we discussed a chapter. “You can’t write about that stuff,” she clarified, looking slightly horrified. 

But as I shared on Twitter last night, if I got passed having to read about toothbrush sharing, I can handle a few whips and chains, surely. 

2. Toothbrushes - I’m seriously, seriously creeped out by shared toothbrushes. Just on a deep, extreme level. 

3. Sads - I find it really entertaining when authors describe these extreme emotions their characters have. Which has lead me to think a lot about frowning. Who frowns? How often does an adult frown in their day to day life?

4. Trapped - As much as my socially awkward tendencies have become a theme on this blog, I can’t take full credit for it. Sometimes people just trap you with their conversation. On Wednesday night, I went with my mother and Pink to help Vyelit register for her baby shower. I was with Vyelit as she was talking to the baby store worker. Mid-conversation, another worker interrupts to ask if Vye and I are twins. We laugh, graciously, used to the inquiry and answer, at the same time, that we are not. 

“No. Yes you are,” the worker says. 

Um. No we’re not?

“You are. I can tell.”

SEE? YOU ARE TRAPPING ME. I can't gracefully bow out of a conversation like this. Now it’s awkward man. Thanks a lot. 

5. FML - As usual in Florida, April showers have ushered in May FML. Little storms every afternoon, just as its time to leave work. Sunshine during every hour you have to be inside, at your desk. Real funny, universe. 

6. Parking Lots - I work in an office nestled in an outdoor mall, down the street from another major mall. Ordering from food courts and eating in my car while reading from my Kindle has been my best friend this week. Because eating in parking lots > being the new girl in the office lunch room. 

7. Weekends - I’m really quite excited to get my weekends back. “Well, where did your weekends go, Lor” you are asking yourself. Not working a M-F had it’s perks, but it was strange the way it made days lose meaning. Monday was the same as Thursday which was the same as Saturday and every other day.

There is nothing quite like the Friday feeling. 

Happy weekends to you all, my dears.