Home Again, Home Again

I didn't make it out of work quite as early as I had wanted to slip out the door, but it's all good nonetheless. I had to end up packaging medication for a guy who is going out of town for a couple of days for an appointment and to visit his sister. You have to love it when the paperwork never makes in anywhere near the proper channels. My boss happened to stop by for a couple of minutes this afternoon, and I brought up those minor medical details.. you know, medications, paperwork, etc. My boss had never even received the notification paperwork for this in order to assign someone to take care of it. I was glad that I asked, but I wasn't particularly happy about having to stay over 45 minutes to take care of someone else's job due to someone else's snafu. Oh well, not like I was going to get to see the man tonight anyway. 8am class.

Last night I told him that I was going to be wearing the hoochie jeans to work today. I think the implication of that reference may have been lost in translation. I would have felt funny though, showing up looking all curves and ass in those tight jeans without attempting to forewarn him of what I was going to be wearing. Some guys can get sort of funny about that. You know, the other guys looking and commenting about what the girl that no one knows he's sleeping with looks like wearing those jeans. Seems I may have to do a bit of updating to my wardrobe after all. He told me I needed 7 pairs of pants that fit me like that, and all of the money that it would cost me would be worth every penny. LMAO I was floored! I guess it really is true that it's those quiet ones that you have to watch out for.

As I was heading out to smoke my last cigarette around 6pm, I told him my comments that I had blogged this morning about quitting smoking. He had said he would be interested in seeing my blog, so I sent him the addy a couple of weeks ago. I asked if he had read it yet, and he said, without a change in expression, that he had read a few things. Noncommittal diplomat. Staid is good. Sedate is good. He provides balance and grounding. I, being prone to blow into a new town on the other side of the continent on a whim, am saying that being grounded is good.

I'm tired. Guess I'll close here.