Ah, yes. Back to filling the drugs. I'm a Pharm Tech again. It is good. All, except the fact that I am no longer used to standing so much! Oh... my aching legs.
Sitting all day was the only good thing about having been a Telemarketer (I usually refer to it as being a "Data Processor," shh.)
I made a new friend at work that totally blew it. He seemed to appear on all of my breaks; we shared conversation, and chatted about dumb pharmacy stories.
I was thinking, "Cool, someone I can relate to amongst the sea of older Filipino women that I work with."
The "Sea of older Filipino women that I work with?" It's like attending a conservative family gathering. I have to be ultra-polite; all the time. It's so weird, these are people who share my roots and yet I feel rather alienated. I don't mind being alienated. I can only deal with fake-smiling and head-nodding for so long.
You have no idea how many times I had to answer to what part of the Philippines I was from, how many times I had to say I'm Americanized, and how many times I had to say "I don't speak anything but English." Lastly, I had to politely endure 10 minutes of mockery on the note that I couldn't speak Tagalog.
So anyway, the dude basically started stalking me! He gave me his phone number with "Call me!" and smiley faces written on it. He even asked me out to a Social Distortion concert tonight! Jeebus! I just barely met the guy!
I vetoed; told him that my weeks are entirely booked (implying: "never"), and said sorry. Great. Now there will be awkwardness. Ugh. Why do people insist on attempting to date coworkers!?
I should have known when he asked me whether I was married or mothered any children.
How I missed the queue on his intentions? I don't know. I must've been high on Vicodin dust.
Besides, I already have a "handsome man" that I can call on whenever I want. =P
And no! (To the oblivious) He is NOT my back massager.
...which really IS a back massager.
...ok, I might experiment with it once in a while...
...Like you wouldn't!!
..or haven't...
...you guys can't tell a cat from a rat.
...Reets.
Obviously, a back massager:
Sitting all day was the only good thing about having been a Telemarketer (I usually refer to it as being a "Data Processor," shh.)
I made a new friend at work that totally blew it. He seemed to appear on all of my breaks; we shared conversation, and chatted about dumb pharmacy stories.
I was thinking, "Cool, someone I can relate to amongst the sea of older Filipino women that I work with."
The "Sea of older Filipino women that I work with?" It's like attending a conservative family gathering. I have to be ultra-polite; all the time. It's so weird, these are people who share my roots and yet I feel rather alienated. I don't mind being alienated. I can only deal with fake-smiling and head-nodding for so long.
You have no idea how many times I had to answer to what part of the Philippines I was from, how many times I had to say I'm Americanized, and how many times I had to say "I don't speak anything but English." Lastly, I had to politely endure 10 minutes of mockery on the note that I couldn't speak Tagalog.
So anyway, the dude basically started stalking me! He gave me his phone number with "Call me!" and smiley faces written on it. He even asked me out to a Social Distortion concert tonight! Jeebus! I just barely met the guy!
I vetoed; told him that my weeks are entirely booked (implying: "never"), and said sorry. Great. Now there will be awkwardness. Ugh. Why do people insist on attempting to date coworkers!?
I should have known when he asked me whether I was married or mothered any children.
How I missed the queue on his intentions? I don't know. I must've been high on Vicodin dust.
Besides, I already have a "handsome man" that I can call on whenever I want. =P
And no! (To the oblivious) He is NOT my back massager.
...which really IS a back massager.
...ok, I might experiment with it once in a while...
...Like you wouldn't!!
..or haven't...
...you guys can't tell a cat from a rat.
...Reets.
Obviously, a back massager:
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