So today I'm at work and I'm coming out of a coworker's cubicle where I was taking a dog break. We have two adorable service dogs in our office and they are so good at relieving anxiety and stress. We did have a meeting to go over the very strict rules, which everyone followed for about a day. I have no idea what sort of repercussions there may be from us petting the dogs and making happy squealing noises at them, but don't worry- I've decided it's fine.
So I've visited one of these lovely dogs and now I'm headed back to my cubicle and I see George in there, trying to sneak up on me again. George does this often- he's blind and loves to sneak up on the visually unimpaired, especially because most of us face the corner. I am George's cubicle neighbor, so he is my personal grief counselor and I help him when his computer dies or when he knocks his tea over. We are good buddies, George and I, and he delights in sneaking up on me.
Another coworker, Jeff, happens to be walking down the hall and I wave him over and start tiptoeing towards my cubicle. Jeff is lost until he sees George in there, quietly waving around. I grab George and he jumps and we all start laughing so hard that anyone on the phone must have been supremely annoyed.
Today's highlight: sneaking up on a blind guy.
I started an art project tonight and listened to Babyface. I have tons of CDs that I bought for one song, so now seems like a good time to listen to the rest of their contents... many, many years later. One song on this greatest hits collection features Mariah Carey and Kenny G- the Nineties in a nutshell. My favorite still stands as When Can I See You, so I listened to it 16 times and started a list of terribly sad breakup songs to howl along with in the car.
That song will still be the main reason I reach for that CD, but I did find this one gem that is blatant pornography for women where he's singing something like, "Ooh baby, when I get home from work, I'm gonna make you dinner..."
Wait, there's more- he's also going to take her shopping and buy her some clothes. Now the celebrity I most want to meet is Babyface, so I can find out what he's really like. He's got the formula down- all his songs are talking about what a baaaaaad boy he's been and that he made such a big mistake, he lost his very air to breathe and he will dedicate his life to make it all better. This may be even less realistic than romance novels, but I bet Mr. Kenneth Edmonds never had a dry spell. This is a smart man.
This is for the heartbroken fool in you...
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