So I’ve recently become friends with this guy at work. Now before you get all OOOO Melinda’s found love he’s married – with kids.
Any ways, after the Christmas party people were asking if I liked him. My response stayed the same, “Um … he’s married. Ew.”
Yes I respond with the maturity of a twelve year old.
Any ways, I enjoy chatting with him. He makes me laugh and when it comes to an email battle of the wits he’s one of the few people who can stump me – momentarily. If my work allowed me to copy emails I’d share some. They are quite amusing.
Any ways he likes to make this big thing about how we ignore him and the other maintenance guys. I tell him it’s because he’s sketchy and there’s a reason we sent them to the basement of the airport.
Our management decided to have an appreciation lunch, and to shut Eddie up, I decided to bring him and the other maintenance guys an invite. I dragged my friend Rachel along for the ride. She was very excited to step onto the ramp for the first time.
So I knocked on the door and stepped in announcing, “I have a present for you.”
He looks at the paper in my hand and then to Rachel. “Hi present.”
I hand him the paper. “No you dork, this.”
“Melinda, what did I tell you about being mean? What is this?” He reads the piece of paper.
I shrug, “Not sure. Free food?”
So we chat about the lunch and then he offered to give Rachel a tour of the office. Including that they are often neglected downstairs.
Next Day
So the next day I was in our baggage service office and noticed that maintenance had a ton of mail. Michael and I decided to bring it downstairs – guess who was working again.
Once again I knocked on the door. It’s rude not to. We walk in and I proclaim, “I have more presents for you. This time it’s good. I think it’s candy.”
So he opens his tube and asks, “Was this from you?”
“No. I think Calgary sent it.”
He looks over at Michael. “This was your idea wasn’t it? Melinda’s not this nice.”
“It was my idea to bring it down here! Next time I’ll just call you and make you get it yourself!”
Michael’s face is bright red by this time. “Um … Melinda suggested it …”
Eddie continues emptying the tube. “Ah, so I have a secret admirer.”
“Does that surprise you.” I asked.
“Look at me. Of course not!”
By this time the conversation had ended and Eddie gave Michael the grand tour, this time featuring a cowboy hat and me. “There’s Melinda. We can’t seem to get rid of her.”
We all chatted for a while. Usually about the wierdos that find me. Finally Eddie declared, “I should make a movie about you! A somewhat normal girl that keeps finding herself in dumb situations.” He glances at Michael. “Tom Cruise can play you …”
I rolled my eyes. “Do I even want to know who you would get to play you?”
“I suppose Brad Pitt would do.”
I died laughing. He sent me an email once asking me to rate his hotness on a scale of 9-11; 9 being “your every day Brad Pitt type.” Once I stopped laughing I said, “Are you sure he’d cut it?”
“No. I might have to play myself.”
Finally I ended things by saying I needed to complete paperwork. I lied. I was already done, but the rumor mill was no longer hungry.
As I left his office I stopped and faced him. “I’ve come and visited you two nights in a row. No more complaints about me ignoring you.”
Grinning he shrugged. “I guess I can give you a week off.”
“You’re off next week.” I exclaimed. Our maintenance guys work seven on / seven off.
He smiled. “Like I said, I consider you a friend. You have a week off.”
Dork.
Augh. I can just hear them all talking now. Haha
