Work stuff.00:26 May 09 2011
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* Remember the guy who's psycho ex pepper-spayed him and the whole quad area? One day this week - while not on duty of course - he brought his pet to school...a baby python. It was pretty. It was about a foot long, with a creamy/chocolate pattern, with eyes like pyrite. A lot of women were screaming and running away...WTF? Afraid of a tiny lil' snake? It wasn't a rattlesnake, for God's sake! I sat out in the quad during my am break, and held the lil' sucker. He coiled himself around my arm, then settled into the palm of my hand, where he started napping.
I was told that he had four mice in a week - I kinda' felt sorry for the mice, but that's what pet snakes eat. I told dude that he better not feed it anything else as it gets older...and bigger. The python is expected to reach at least 6 feet in length.
* On Cinco de Mayo, a lot of activites were going on in celebration of Mexico's independence from Spain...nevermind that the real independence holiday is in September...anyway, there were traditional dancers, a mariachi band, a Mexican ice cream vendor, and Mexican food for sale. Later on, to become more inclusive of other Latin cultures, a deejay played salsa. On my way back from the cashier's office, an instructor - Marco - waved me over to dance with him. It would have been fun if I could still dance...I don't know why, but I now suck at salsa dancing. Marco kept grabbing my arm, saying "Monique - you're doing fine!"
I wasn't. I left after about five minutes. LOL!
* Saw Wes one day. He started asking me a bunch of questions, like where do I live, do I live alone, have any kids, what do I like to do, etc. He told me that I looked nice. I said thanks, and laughed, as I was tired and knew that I showed it. He suggested that we take walks together around the lake, have dinner sometime...dude, are you asking me out on a date?
* One day, T comes to work wearing a rainbow-striped polo, grey 'old man' double knit polyester pants, and some cream-colored patent leather loafers...WTF? I called him over to my register stand to have a word:
Me: "T - I don't want to hurt your feelings, dude, but you are a major fashion disaster today."
T: "Really? What's wrong with my clothes...mom?"
Me: "Seriously dude - did you even bother to see what you were putting together? That rainbow shirt with those old man pants? And those shoes? Are you color blind or just blind?"
T: "I was kinda' in a rush this morning."
Me: "And you haven't done your big pile of laundry yet, right?"
T: *laughs* "yeah - you're right."
Me: "Well - never wear this shit again. You look like a gay black Pat Boone."
Boone's fashion trademark was his ever-present white buck shoes...
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