Random Conversation and Weird People

January 17, 2007 - Wednesday

Random conversation and weird people So, since I have nothing to do here at work (at the moment) I've decided to blog to take up some time. I take smoke breaks every two hours; there is this really strange guy who works on my floor. I don't know his name, and I can't place his accent, but he always ends up outside during my me times. My "me" times can be described in two words...smoking alone. This guy obviously has no idea that I want my me times, that I treasure my me times, that at work-smoking is a solitary thing. No, he insists on having a conversation when all I want to do a stare off into nothingness and puff away. He asks questions, he tells me random facts about nothing at all, and acts as if we have a nicotine connection. I do nothing to encourage this man...I avoid eye contact, answer in short bursts and tend to put my cig out before I'm even done with it...because he makes me that uncomfortable. Today he told me that I should be working from home since my bosses are out, and he went on an on about the differences between ...New York, LA, and San Francisco. Normally this discussion would have been a pleasure to have- with someone other than him. This man is by no means better than the homeless guy I pass everyday on my way to pick up lunch BUT- at least the homeless guy makes comments about my tits, and asks nothing of me but a smile. Which I give-if I think the tit comment is especially inventive. I might have to start taking the long route outside and smoke in a different spot from now on...damn you weird accent guy