Woodman's in Essex, or Clam Box in Ipswich?
Pfft! Evelyn's in Tiverton, RI.
Mal: Then I call it a win. What's the problem? Inara: Should I start with the part where you're stranded in the middle of nowhere, or the part where you have no clothes?
'Trash'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Jesse - Jul 05, 2011 2:54:21 am PDT #15337 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Kat - Jul 05, 2011 4:22:16 am PDT #15338 of 30001
"I keep to a strict diet of ill-advised enthusiasm and heartfelt regret." Leigh Bardugo
The fireworks last night were beautiful. I'm not so into the crowd (and I miss our previous show place which was at South Pasadena High because it's just plain bigger). It was so crowded. I mean ridiculously. But we had a great spot (on the rubberized ground of a play structure and few people were walking past us.
Some of the fireworks exploded super low and I was worried that they were all going to go off at the same time. Thankfully, that did not happen.
Grace, who has never seen them before, LOVED them. Giggled the whole time.
Zenkitty - Jul 05, 2011 4:57:24 am PDT #15339 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
oh FUCK. The AC maintenance guy was just here, and he flirted heavily with me the whole time. I mean this was past flirting. He stroked my cheek and put his hand on my waist! He held my hand! He called me a hot babe! HE CROWDED MY PERSONAL SPACE. FOR FUCK'S SAKE. I was flirting back a little at first until I realized he was taking it all way too seriously, but he didn't back off when I did, and now dammit he has my phone number because it's on the work order and he's still sitting in the damn driveway. And apparently everything single goddam thing I say is somehow a sexual innuendo! I AM EXTREMELY UNCOMFORTABLE NOW. I mean, I thought he was a nice guy and it would be okay if he asked me out and then he turned into A DIRTY OLD MAN. I'm standing there with the DOOR OPEN and he's asking me if I really want him to leave! FUCKING HELL. He's STILL in the fucking driveway. What, is he wanking off out there? GO AWAY.
§ ita § - Jul 05, 2011 5:01:14 am PDT #15340 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
If he uses your phone number from the work order, report him to his boss. Assuming, of course, that it's not his company.
Jesse - Jul 05, 2011 5:05:26 am PDT #15341 of 30001
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
So creepy! Maybe report him anyway. That's totally inappropriate.
Zenkitty - Jul 05, 2011 5:07:45 am PDT #15342 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I just got a phone call from a local number. I didn't answer. It was probably him.
He asked if he had my phone number and I said yes it should be on the work order, stupidly, thinking he needed to write it on the invoice or something. He can truthfully say I told him he had my number.
FUCK. I don't want to deal with this! This makes me very nervous.
Amy - Jul 05, 2011 5:10:43 am PDT #15343 of 30001
Because books.
Give it ten more minutes, and then maybe call the company and explain what's happening? It's completely inappropriate, and they should know he behaved that way.
le nubian - Jul 05, 2011 5:12:12 am PDT #15344 of 30001
"And to be clear, I am the hell. And the high water."
good grief, zenkitty.
lock your doors and windows for safekeeping.
is there someone who can visit you soon?
Frankenbuddha - Jul 05, 2011 5:13:10 am PDT #15345 of 30001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Yikes, Zen. That's so inappropriate and creepy.
Zenkitty - Jul 05, 2011 5:21:30 am PDT #15346 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I don't think he's dangerous or anything. I think he just wildly misread the situation. As in, apparently *everything I say* is a sexual innuendo. Like, when I'm standing outside in 85degF humid weather and sweating, and I'm putting my hair up, and he asks me why I don't let my pretty red hair down and I say because I'm hot.
Jesus. I'm in yoga pants and an old t-shirt, no make-up, glasses, and my hair's a mess. I AM NOT "HOT" RIGHT NOW. LEAVE ME ALONE.
I'm freaking out a little. He just called again and I answered, and he was talking about setting up regular maintenance visits which I had asked for, and that was fine, and then he was all, "I wish you were sitting here next to me". I told him this was a bit too much and I needed to go back to work, and I hung up. I guess I should have been more forceful, but frankly that scares me too.