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impyAwkward is really an awkward word to spell. I loathe it.
I need advice! I've gotten C's take on it, but I like to have a variety of responses.
J is taking over the night shift lead position. But last week he was sort of doing a co-shift lead thing with this new guy who was originally slated to have the job. Store Manager apparently wasn't thrilled with new guy's hemming and hawing skills prior to arriving or something, so when J expressed interest and jumped through the proper hoops, J got the gig. He was finishing last week as a sort of trainee for the position until the new week kicked in and he was officially Shift Lead. None of this really matters to the story at hand.
New Guy worked alone on Friday since J couldn't run overtime. New Guy is new in town and he seemed pretty nice and he mentioned his wife and that he wasn't going to be working at the store for long. It seems he'll be switching to one of the newer stores ASAP. (The store I can't stand, actually.) Sometime Friday he said, "we should hang out sometime" and I didn't really think much of it because new in town and stuff. I shrugged because, let's be honest, I don't hang out much with anyone who isn't A or C. He asks for my number and I deflect it for a bit, figuring he'll either get the idea it's not likely or he'll forget.
Yeah. He didn't and with my phone right there on the counter I couldn't even pull my "nope, don't have one." trick. But he'd downgraded it at the time to just texts or something, i dunno. I was half asleep and tired of weirdos and my guard was down and I'm clearly influencing this story already. So, I rattle off my number, he calls to check/so I'll have his number and all is well with the world. No texts are sent over the weekend, so I figured that he's just one of those people who likes to accumulate people's numbers. I think half the night shift has everyone else's number so whatever, man.
Til yesterday around 11 when I get four texts in less than half an hour. Now, I did happen to be awake but I was busy trying to set up appointments to look at houses so I didn't text back immediately. When I did, the texts quickly racked up and somewhere in the flurry (three for every one of mine) he tries to convince me to blow off my house hunting to go out for a drink. It's before noon and even with night shift which he still had at least one night left of, it was... weird. I'm trying to think as to whether I imagined the whole wife thing or if I'm reading too much into this but when I showed Cass the phone at lunch (yay!) her eyebrows hit her hairline and she said I should just stop texting.
Which is funny since I'd originally asked if it was rude to just ignore him because he only got the number because I couldn't think of a polite way of saying "um, no?" to a coworker.
Yeah. Apparently my I'm sweet which would get me drinks bought and he likes my sense of humor and all I'm thinking is "aren't... you... married?" Do not want. (But why, Imp, do you think he has a wife if he's not really acting all that much like he has one? Because he said, and I quote, "My wife..." on numerous occasions.)
It got to the point where my phone would beep and I would cringe. :/ I'm really, really hoping he transfers to the other store like, tomorrow. Gone. Poof.
Which isn't to say that guys who are married cannot make new female friends. Obviously I don't believe that to be true. But I asked my flirt-friendly friend and she confirmed that dude was flirting. This is the south. You do not mess with someone else's man, k? That way lies madness. And Lifetime movies.
Looked at two houses yesterday. I really love the price on one, though I'm not sold on the neighborhood. Or the house itself, really. It's not bad, but it's also a one bathroom place.
I... am kind of in love with the other place. I shouldn't be, because the floors kind of roll and the steps to get to what will be my room are just insane so I think I'd have to actually hire movers to move any of my furniture past a certain size. But you know that moment when you walk into a place and you mentally start decorating? And even all the weird things that the owner is apologizing for you're like, "no, no, I love it!" It's not perfect, but it's willing to take the dogs (both places are) and I'd have my own floor essentially. There are these bookcases in the living room that are fabulous. There's this tiny room that has no real purpose other than having no windows that I recall, and when Mums pointed out the house wouldn't really hold our books I pointed out "The pencil sharpener room! It could be our own mini library!" There's even a secret room, guys.
I really love it but Mums isn't sold, I can tell. Which isn't to say that we'd even get it, but I'd love to try. When she wakes up, I'm going to ask her to call the guy back... He even offered to put in a railing on the steps to the front porch for Mums!
I need advice! I've gotten C's take on it, but I like to have a variety of responses.
J is taking over the night shift lead position. But last week he was sort of doing a co-shift lead thing with this new guy who was originally slated to have the job. Store Manager apparently wasn't thrilled with new guy's hemming and hawing skills prior to arriving or something, so when J expressed interest and jumped through the proper hoops, J got the gig. He was finishing last week as a sort of trainee for the position until the new week kicked in and he was officially Shift Lead. None of this really matters to the story at hand.
New Guy worked alone on Friday since J couldn't run overtime. New Guy is new in town and he seemed pretty nice and he mentioned his wife and that he wasn't going to be working at the store for long. It seems he'll be switching to one of the newer stores ASAP. (The store I can't stand, actually.) Sometime Friday he said, "we should hang out sometime" and I didn't really think much of it because new in town and stuff. I shrugged because, let's be honest, I don't hang out much with anyone who isn't A or C. He asks for my number and I deflect it for a bit, figuring he'll either get the idea it's not likely or he'll forget.
Yeah. He didn't and with my phone right there on the counter I couldn't even pull my "nope, don't have one." trick. But he'd downgraded it at the time to just texts or something, i dunno. I was half asleep and tired of weirdos and my guard was down and I'm clearly influencing this story already. So, I rattle off my number, he calls to check/so I'll have his number and all is well with the world. No texts are sent over the weekend, so I figured that he's just one of those people who likes to accumulate people's numbers. I think half the night shift has everyone else's number so whatever, man.
Til yesterday around 11 when I get four texts in less than half an hour. Now, I did happen to be awake but I was busy trying to set up appointments to look at houses so I didn't text back immediately. When I did, the texts quickly racked up and somewhere in the flurry (three for every one of mine) he tries to convince me to blow off my house hunting to go out for a drink. It's before noon and even with night shift which he still had at least one night left of, it was... weird. I'm trying to think as to whether I imagined the whole wife thing or if I'm reading too much into this but when I showed Cass the phone at lunch (yay!) her eyebrows hit her hairline and she said I should just stop texting.
Which is funny since I'd originally asked if it was rude to just ignore him because he only got the number because I couldn't think of a polite way of saying "um, no?" to a coworker.
Yeah. Apparently my I'm sweet which would get me drinks bought and he likes my sense of humor and all I'm thinking is "aren't... you... married?" Do not want. (But why, Imp, do you think he has a wife if he's not really acting all that much like he has one? Because he said, and I quote, "My wife..." on numerous occasions.)
It got to the point where my phone would beep and I would cringe. :/ I'm really, really hoping he transfers to the other store like, tomorrow. Gone. Poof.
Which isn't to say that guys who are married cannot make new female friends. Obviously I don't believe that to be true. But I asked my flirt-friendly friend and she confirmed that dude was flirting. This is the south. You do not mess with someone else's man, k? That way lies madness. And Lifetime movies.
Looked at two houses yesterday. I really love the price on one, though I'm not sold on the neighborhood. Or the house itself, really. It's not bad, but it's also a one bathroom place.
I... am kind of in love with the other place. I shouldn't be, because the floors kind of roll and the steps to get to what will be my room are just insane so I think I'd have to actually hire movers to move any of my furniture past a certain size. But you know that moment when you walk into a place and you mentally start decorating? And even all the weird things that the owner is apologizing for you're like, "no, no, I love it!" It's not perfect, but it's willing to take the dogs (both places are) and I'd have my own floor essentially. There are these bookcases in the living room that are fabulous. There's this tiny room that has no real purpose other than having no windows that I recall, and when Mums pointed out the house wouldn't really hold our books I pointed out "The pencil sharpener room! It could be our own mini library!" There's even a secret room, guys.
I really love it but Mums isn't sold, I can tell. Which isn't to say that we'd even get it, but I'd love to try. When she wakes up, I'm going to ask her to call the guy back... He even offered to put in a railing on the steps to the front porch for Mums!
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Date: 2013-06-11 01:33 pm (UTC)I think the dude is trouble. I would ignore his texts and if he says something about going out for drinks again tell him you and your fiancee would love to join him and his wife at Applebees for happy hour one evening.
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Date: 2013-06-11 01:38 pm (UTC)Secret room is apparently accessible via the bathroom upstairs but not particularly safe to get there, so there's just this window with red curtains that you can't really get to. It's fabulous.
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Date: 2013-06-11 01:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2013-06-11 04:01 pm (UTC)The house you like sounds awesome. Hey - maybe show your mom 3_foot_6's house posts so she can see how a psycho house can actually be turned into something great? Maybe that would help.
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Date: 2013-06-11 04:29 pm (UTC)No texts thus far from him, though I've left my phone in my room just so I won't jump each time the phone beeps to say "you have mail! or a text from A- because it's PLL day!" or something. I'm hopeful that he'll have gotten the idea... and that I won't see him again. Because awkward.
*grin* The moment the guy with the house I liked pointed out the secret room I thought of 3_foot_6's house that you shared with me.
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Date: 2013-06-12 12:41 am (UTC)I hope you guys are able to get a house! Sending all the good vibes your way that things will break even *spirit fingers*