::stabbles Liam::

Liam, for those of you who don't know him - and I'm damned sure none of the people reading this have a clue who he is - is a co-worker of mine from Gilles'.

Not even out of high school yet, like most of my co-workers there.

Why do I want to stabble him?

Well, Friday night, I was given my lunch break roughly the same time as him and Mai Xee. Mai's a nice girl, and hasn't worked with us long.

We were talking as we ate, and she asked me what school I went to. I told her I wasn't in school anymore. She then innocently asked how long I'd been out of high school, and which one I'd graduated from.

I grinned internally, and told her exactly how old I am.

She boggled. The usual reaction from new hires and a lot of non-Gilles people when given this information. These people tend to think I'm barely 18. A few even think I might be 12, when I'm in full Gilles uniform - a set of garments that is horribly unflattering to my skinny frame.

This was precisely what Mai Xee said.

Liam, across the table, snorted, and said he didn't think I looked as young as that.

"How old do I look?"

"Older."

"Yes, so I gathered. But why did you think Mai Xee's guess was so funny?"

"Well, I think you look like you're 30."

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Dead silence from both me and Mai Xee.

I poltely asked her if she'd turn her back while I murdered Liam so I wouldn't have any witnesses. She cheerfully agreed, but then sighed, and reminded me about the security camera in the break room.

Darn it.

I still want to stabble Liam. Even though it's been two days.

30.... >_<

God.


Aside from that, life's been all right. Work's been decent. No fights with my mother. Weather's been decent, too. And I had a wonderful phonecall earlier from Tom. ::gets sparkly-eyed and bouncy::

My sister Margaret came home from a three day weekend with her friends earlier. Poor child was adorably zombie-like, and kept denying that she and Kaitlin had spent the entirety of Saturday night giggling instead of sleeping. ^_- Knowing those girls, I doubt this. She slept like a strawberry blond log for several hours, not even responding to mock kidnapping threats against her Stitch plushie.


Hm.... maybe I should amend that statement about no fights with my mother.

Dad not only neglected to pick me up from work last night, which was ok, since I had bus tickets, but didn't bother leaving the porch light on for me. I felt very unloved and displeased by this second omission, and told Mom so. She in her email reply to this complaint, claimed it was entirely between me and him.

I just wrote to her to point out, politely but firmly, that if any other member of the household, particularly herself, came home late at night and there was no porch light lit, she'd be upset.

Somehow I don't think even mild phrasing of this will go over well with her.

Oh well.

I'm still bouncy. ^_^ V

Heh.

Well, she didn't hit the roof. ::shrugs:: She's still sublimely indifferent to the whole thing. At least she didn't seem to care about my reminder she wouldn't enjoy being without a porch light to greet her. Woman's got a temper shorter than Aeka and Ryoko on PMS at the same time.

I have soda to drink, and some lovely new chips to munch after dinner. We have some new flavors of lays chips at K-Mart. I bought some Monterey Pepper Jack ones whilst on break earlier. They are incredibly delicious. Just peppery enough to be tasty without burning my tongue too much.

Plus, I've got disks to search through for my resume, to update it, and a fic of Plug's to (finally) pre-read.

So. Still bouncy. ^_^