Before I settle into my Christmas vacation, let me just tie up a few loose ends of some ongoing stories.
As you may have surmised, Hasna is on maternity leave. I’ve mentioned that over the last year, she and I have gotten along much better. She had also become a lot more personable and a lot more outgoing. On the last day that she was in the office, I was hoping for a little bit of emotion. Okay, frankly, I was hoping for a hug. Something physical. (Hey, an office hug is almost as good as copping a feel.) But there was nothing; it went something like this:
“Hasna, this is the last time I am seeing you!”
“Yes it is. Did you get back to Maryanne about that issue?”
“Um, yeah, it’s done. Good luck, I hope everything goes well, and congratulations!”
“Thank you Office Player.” (She turned away at this point.)
A few days later, while she was still working from home, I called her up and wished her and her family all the best. The conversation went about the same. I hope it was just nervousness. After all, I’ve never really been close with a woman who was nine months pregnant — I’m sure she had plenty of worries on her mind.
One other story was Michelle. I told you I had met her boyfriend at the B-party. Frankly, he struck me as a bit strange. He was about 27 years old, which is four years older than Michelle. Maybe she digs the older guys, who knows? Oh, and her drink of choice was beer from a bottle — which is the unmistakable sign of a party girl. (Speaking of parties, although she wasn’t invited to the A-party, she was invited to a few other parties of other groups. And yes, she went to all of them.) Still, she’s way too young for me to hit on.
Tags: office hug
May 1, 2008 at 5:29 pm
She wasn’t nervous, she doesn’t like you. I bet she gets the whole perv vibe.