Thanks Fred. It's something that I could have caught, but I already thought it had been vetted through the proper channels since it came from an EVP. Guess not.
Anya ,'Bring On The Night'
Spike's Bitches 25 to Life
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
School begins in less than three weeks. I'm starting to panic.
lisah, I love your new do! It is very flattering.
{{{Gud}}} I hope the couselling helps.
I want to be on a buffista tarot card! I don't care as what.
Yay for your new job, Heather!!! Eeek on setting your hair on fire. And much ~ma for deciding whether or not to go back to school.
Pretty shoes, Jar!
{{{Maria}}}} Sorry you had a tough day.
erika, I've been working on your mixes all night.
Soul 60s 1 & 2 are about done. Just need a couple more run throughs to check the segues and transitions.
Soul 70s Thang 1 is solid. Thangs 2 & 3 are almost there. Little more fiddling.
Then there's the Funk It mix. Just dumped some hits in there. So that's six CDs. Practically a box set.
Buffista tarot sounds neat.
{{{Maria}}} Sorry you've had such a rough day.
I may be in a little trouble.
AS: "Just how many people have you told about us?"
Me: "Ummm... About 200?"
Oops.
Aw, Hec, you're my hero. That's so fantastic. I still owe you fic or something, don't I? Some Quinn and Strange/H:LOTS?
Oops.
Hee. Not your fault you're this popular.
We don't count as people!
The correct answer, btw, is "hardly anyone Australian, darling."
Yeah...it's not like we'll be hanging out in some restaurant in Melbourne pointing and laughing... I would like to visit but I'd bring my party manners, I swear.
It was a red-letter day at work today, yessiree. One icky thing, one potentially good thing.
Icky: I was changing the diaper of a newborn when one of Dad's friends walked in. He'd seen me before in the corridor and made a show of saying hello in a very flirtatious way. When he noticed that it was me changing the baby, he said, gesturing to his drink, "My turn next! I'm going to need a diapering after this, ma'am."
Um. Yeah, definitely one of the grossest come-on lines I've ever had anyone use on me.
Potentially good: Remember my tale, many months ago, of Much Younger Co-worker? I still work with him, he's still awfully cute, I still get all blushy when I talk to him, he still gets all blushy when he talks to me, and although he's never mentioned her to me, I though he had a girlfriend. I'd pretty much tabled any attraction long ago as something that couldn't be acted upon and have simply enjoyed the eye candy.
Now, usually, MYC-w works only on weekends, and only during the day, but this week I've seen him every day I've been at work. He's covering for another unit coordinator who's on vacation; today, he worked the same shift I did (3pm - 11pm). I think it's the first time we've ever been scheduled to leave the building at the same time.
Around 5pm, I wander over to Labor & Delivery to see what's going on there and to see how many new patients we can expect on the postpartum unit. MYC-w is there and we exchange blush-y pleasantries. Then he says, "You look different." I ask him how. He says, "I don't know. You just look... You have an aura about you." He pauses and then says, shyly, "You look really good."
Well. Knock me down with a feather. This is the first time he's ever said anything of the sort; we've always been flirty but only in a very subtextual way. He's never addressed the blush-y part of our conversations.
The rest of our conversation is pretty normal, and at some point he says something to me about being really tired and not being able to wait until he could get home and have a beer. I concur.
About a half-hour before it's time to leave, I screw up my courage and wander back over to Labor & Delivery, thinking that if we're both going to go to our separate homes and have a beer, we may as well go to a bar and have a beer together. So I say something about how I was thinking about stopping at a bar on my way home to have that beer but that I wasn't really sure I wanted to sit there by myself, and did he want to come with me? I said I knew he was really tired and might want to just go home, and that was totally fine, but I figured I'd check anyway.
He said, "Yeah, I think at this point I'm so beat that I should probably just go home." I said OK and started to walk away when he said, all quiet and shy, "But, um, maybe we could, um, y'know, do it some other time? Soon?"
I say "I'd like that," and walk away with a shit-eating grin on my face.
Veeeeery interesting.