Hmm.... Where do I even begin to start....

Friday was the worst ever.  I think if I had to stay at work any longer, I would have, without a doubt, had a nervous breakdown.  I had to lock myself in the supply closet a couple of times just to sit and cry.   It was horrendous.  By the time I got home, got all my stuff together, and got to D's, I was so mentally drained that I was barely able to mutter the words: "Need.....beer....now........."

So. we went out and had that beer,  and it was the nectar of the Gods.  Plus I had a chance to rant a bit, which always helps.  I'm glad D just kinda let me ramble.  He usually gets really annoyed when I do.  He says I shouldn't get so upset and just to walk away from whatever the issue is.  I argue and tell him that's not how it works, but he's grumpy anyway, so what does he know?

Then on Saturday, we went shopping (his favorite passtime, I swear he's such a mallrat), and I spent some mad cash.   OK, maybe not so much.  It was all stuff I had every intention of getting.  Bought some yoga pants at Old Navy (they're soooo comfy...if you don't own a pair, I highly recommend getting some even if it's just to lounge in).  Then over to Best Buy and picked up the new volume of Wolf's Rain.  I love it when things are put out in the store early, it wasn't due out until Tuesday.  Yay for me!

Sunday was a bit more of the same.  We schlepped all the way over to the Best Buy in Plymouth Meeting to see if the had anything of interest there.  I ended up getting a 3 pack bundle of Last Exile super cheap, and the next volume of Gravitation - 2 weeks early The over to the Old Navy there because the security tag was still attached to a pair of pants I had bought.  After that, I mad D take me back to King of Prussia so I could get this purfume I really liked.

After all that running abround, we went to Yamashiro's for dinner - his treat.    I just about fell over.

Dinner was great (it's one of my most favoritist places to go), then we sat in front of the tube and watched Titan AE before I went home.

Then it was back to the grind today.   Altho, it wasn't all that bad.  Everything went relatively smooth.  Some pshycho lady came into drive-thru, then came into lobby and harrassed one of our tellers a few hours later.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  The ATM crapped out over the weekend and I had the priveldge of fixing it.... again.

Which brings me to another notewothy happening today....

OK, so, the ATM is broke.  We put a call in for it, then waited for the technician to show up.  All the while joking how everytime we call for service, everything is working as it should by the time the guy shows up.  Eight calls in the past three weeks, not including this one, all resulting in my buddy MAC working perfectly fine in front of the person that is there to fix it.   So, now, here we are, today, making another call.  But this was a little different.  It was big time broke.  I could see where some of the belts had popped off, and I didn't have any way to get in there and put them back on.

Time passes......

The guy shows up, does his thing, and fixes Mr. MAC machine.  For this, I am happy.  Mr. Fixer-of-MAC tells me that we need to get some canned air to clean out some of the sensors to help reduce the chance of another bill jam (which is what caused the belt to pop off, by the way).  The he shows me a could other shorcts to help me keep the ATM running as it should.  For this, I am grateful... less time I have to spend fixing it.  Now, after all this is said and done, I thank him very much for coming out and saving my arse again (he's the one who came out on the eight other calls.), and I go about my business and head to the back so I can hole myself up in drive-thru for at least six more hours.

This is where it gets a little interesting (sorry for the long intro, but it was necessary)....

Mr. Fixit man (for lack of actually knowing his name), goes to my supervisor, tells her everything that he just told me (which is exactly what he's supossed to do).  Then proceeds to ask her about me.  Stuff like, "Is she full time, she seems to always be here", "Is she normally the one who calls for service on the ATM", and... here's the kicker.... "Do you know if she's seeing anyone?"!!!!

OMG... Boss Lady told me this and I couldn't stop laughing.  The guy apparently thinks I've been the one putting in all the false calls to bring him out.  Now, grant it, I'm the one who puts the calls in for service, but because of things that actually need to be fixed.  He's taking it as a sign that I'm interested, and according to Boss Lady, he appears to be interested in me.  She did tell him that I was currently dating someone, which, according to her, he seemed disappointed at.

I thought about all the times he's been called out, as well as this time, and the conversations we've had as he was tinkering around with the machine.  He was always asking me how my weekend was (no biggie, common curtosey), if I lived close by (another common conversation among co-workers), and questions about my family (another common question - even when the questions if I was married and if I had kids came up, I didn't think anything about it).  I didn't even think about it when he was asking me how old I was or when we were talking about some common interests that we found out we had (all from him asking me what mine were).  And now... well, I guess I know what all that was about.  All I know is I'm hiding the next time he had to come out. 

Me thinks I've gone on quite enough.  It's beddie-bye time. 

Sweet dreams 'til next time!!!