the other day i was sitting in the conference room - the one at the front of the office with glass walls - with a couple of co-workers {the 40-year-old dads} when the office manager walked in. i don't want to give him a bad rap, because he's really great and not scary one bit. but the average employee doesn't talk to the office manager unless he's called you into his office to talk about an h.r. issue.
he opened the door and says, "did you do something different to your hair?"
the bangs are even a topic of conversation at work.
{i was at my co-worker's house the other day when his daughter walked in and said, "hey, you've got bangs! the kind my dad hates!" believe it or not, there's someone out there who doesn't approve of the change.}
yada yada yada.
hair talk.
what's the story of your life? talk.
are you dating anyone? talk.
why not? talk
he wasn't good enough anyway talk.
talk talk talk.
talk about aubry talk.
young, single living is like a novelty to these guys.
hopefully they're not living vicariously through me.... it'd be a sore disappointment.
and then he - the office manager, mind you... the one with the truly objective opinion about my personal life, the one who doesn't know me well enough to give me a hard time, the one who can't harass me like the dads can - he says, "don't waste your time. you need the MBA graduate with a solid job and, you know, motivation to be someone and go places."
"thank youuuuuuuu," i said... directing his statement to my your-bar-is-too-high friends, "but where is heeeeeee?"
"in a running club" was his reply.
i'm supposed to join a running club.
i hate to run. my 12 minute miles would be a serious low point to my mr. future bennion.
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