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I work. No, really. It is quite true. Not only am I employed at the place I call work, but others are employed there as well. I work with many different people. Very few of these people would I ever desire to see in the nude. There are, however, always exceptions.
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One in particular. Very tall female, very close to me in age, which is nice, as there are not really too many that are close to me in age where I work. Also, she and I are of very similar mindsets, which is even nicer, as almost no one else has the same outlook on life as I (or she) do(does).
Did I mention that she is incredibly attractive? This too, is nice, as when you are conversing with someone, it is always pleasant when you don't mind making eye contact. She has actually become a pretty good friend over the past few weeks as well. What's funny is that many (too many, in fact) people are getting completely the wrong idea about our friendship and/or my apparent desire to see her. These people fail to realize that as a formulator, I make stuff. That stuff must get tested. Guess what? She's an analyst. She tests stuff. As a matter of fact, she tests my stuff. She is pretty much the only person testing my stuff as the other analyst is out on maternity leave (just had a girl, her second kid overall). Their immediate supervisor is very new, and must split his time between other projects, and the old german guy pretty much does only one test, but does it well. Therefore, she is the only person doing any analytic work on my samples. Which then means that if there is anything in particular I need to impart upon the analysts about the samples, I tell her. If I need updates, I ask her. If I need results, I get them from her. And yet, some moronic fools are too blind by their own stupidity to realize this, and have had the nerve to complain about our "behavior". People have an uncanny ability to be not only petty, but quite pathetic. I bet if she were some ugly little fat chick, no one would give a damn. Which makes the whole situation even more sad. oh well. live and learn. |