Hello my dear readers, and happy spring! I’m trying not to celebrate too much, because I don’t want to call attention to the weather gods and end up with another snowstorm that is predicted for next week. So, let’s all quietly whisper to ourselves, “yay, spring,” then go about our business.
Anyway, this is a crazy time of year. It’s my busy season at work, which means I’m constantly working late during the week AND working on weekends. I’m having trouble balancing my time with that right now, since I didn’t blog during this period last year and I’m still making adjustments. I promise not to give up on this lovely, little blog, but I also may not be able to post five days a week like normal.
Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s move on to a fun story! I was working late (again) on Wednesday night, pushing our summer camp program at an elementary school’s activity fair. Two tables down was some sort of karate/martial arts/kicking program, and the male representative was practically tripping over himself to help me set up my table and “anything else I needed.” At that point, I knew he was interested in more than just setting up my table, so I thought it best to avoid him.
Unfortunately, he made sure he was not going to be avoided. As soon as people started to take stuff down, there he was, all eager to once again help with that darn table that was so hard to work without a second person. He didn’t stop there. After the table was all packed up, he booked it over the door to make sure he could hold open the door for me. On my way out, he accidentally got punched in the face by the reusable bag on my shoulder–it was seriously accidental, I promise. I yelled “sorry” over my shoulder as I quickly strode to my car. I wasn’t trying to get away from him (I was), I just wanted pack up and leave as quickly as possible because Chipotle was calling my name.
Anyway, after my apology, he replies “you’re fine,” then, as he closes the door, I hear him say a little more quietly, “LITERALLY, you’re FINE!” At that, my face turned beet red and I dreaded walking back into the gym for the rest of my belongings. He clearly wasn’t at all ashamed of his behavior, as he continued to be as helpful as possible, and every time I said “thank you” he responded with “my pleasure,” all with a greasy little smile.
Obviously, I threw up in my mouth a little bit.
Despite my dramatics, I actually walked away from it all with my head held high and a smug little smile on my face as I thought to myself, “Kate, ya still got it!”
And that’s the end of that story.
I hope everyone else is getting to have some spring-like weather and gearing up for the weekend! I am not looking forward to working Saturday AND Sunday, but I am looking forward to a Noah Gundersen concert with my friend Mary Saturday night, and a day off from work on Monday.
What are your fun, exciting plans?