My team has access to the production studio at work, which is much less impressive than it sounds, although the most wonderful, cool, dark and quiet room you’ll ever see in your life. Don’t think I haven’t thought long and hard about napping there on occasion. Anyway, we do some video editing and podcasting there. Our studio is located within a suite that holds our call center, an impressive 5 employees strong. That’s right — we’re so awesome we only need 5 people in our call center.
I was editing some video yesterday and when I walked out one of our call center employees whispers to me to come over to her desk. She’s a really nice lady, a little older, always so happy and positive. We work in the same department but not really with one another, but I knew OF her. So I head over to her desk and have the following conversation:
Her: Let me ask you something. Don’t you get mad at me, now. [places her hand on my belly] Are you pregnant?
Her: I knew it. You’re having a girl, aren’t you? [as she continues to rub my belly]
Me: Actually no, a boy. We just found out last week.
Her: That’s just so wonderful! [tone change to angry] Did that big tall girl have her baby yet?????
Me: [taken aback] um, well, I don’t know. Maybe?
Two things: my belly is not that big, so touching it at this point is still a little more in my personal space than I care for an almost stranger to be. I mean when the baby gets bigger, maybe. But right now, I’ll take my belly untouched, please. Also? I don’t know what girl she’s talking about. Like no clue whatsoever. It was a strange transaction.
Our little intern, bless his heart, he’s 21 years old. It’s just precious. I love 21 year olds because they are still filled with goodness and wonder and positivity. They still think liberal arts is a good, strong choice. They like things such as napping and doing projects and going out to bars. They have time for all that stuff.
I gave him a project to help me with this summer — taking photos of some nurses for our website. He came in with the photos and he’s all, look how they all posed and stuff for me. They were really friendly. Another coworker teased him about giving the girls his number and he said, “naw, they were older.” Older. Guess what’s older to a 21 year old? TWENTY-FIVE. Yeah, the ripe old age of 25. Over the hill, certainly. I mean after the metabolism starts to slow it’s all over.
We all enjoy our intern.
Not really work related, but since this blog is turning out pretty random anyway, here goes. In the past two weeks, we’ve had one almost fatal lightening strike in the area and one not really close to be fatal but still scary anyway alligator attack.
The alligator attack was on a researcher who was snorkeling in a river about 30 minutes south of where I live. The alligator was all, Oh, my food delivery is here NOM. And the guy was apparently big and strong and wrassled him off. The guy got a bite on his neck and some cuts and bruises but was OK and would make a full recovery. The alligator was murdered by the Fish and Wildlife people. Let’s be clear here — if you were in your living room and a some terriyaki chicken wings just sauntered in like they owned the placed, kicked up their drummettes and sat a spell, you’d bite them…right? Same with this gator. Dude was swimming in his house! And I’m sure he smelled delicious. So whatever, I’m over it now but there was a hot second where I was sitting here with tears in my eyes after I found out the alligator was shot.
These two things together make Florida seem like the most terrifying place on the planet.
How many inches is your personal space bubble? How much do you enjoy interns and/or 21 year olds? Are you scared of Florida?
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