2007-03-27 - 8:57 p.m.
I'm watching American Idol as I write this and let's just face this--we are merely biding our time until the Top Four night. Melinda, Lakisha, Blake, and Chris Richardson will duke it out in one glorious night in which someone I love deeply will die. I mean, are we really going to sit around and pretending that we care what Phil, Haley, or fucking Chris Sligh does? It's all about the funky white boys and get-down black girls this year. So let's stop acting like it's a ten-person competition, ok?
I also have a hard time deciding who I'd sleep with--Chris Richardson or Blake Lewis. While I think Blake is the more attractive guy, I feel like he'd smirk at me or make some slight put-down about my looks afterwards. Chris would just smile and look great with his diamond stud earrings. And that's a fact.
I can't remember if I said that I was working at a new place other than the real-estate place. But I am and it's pretty good. I might have a permanent job opportunity--e.g. doing property management--and while it's far from my ideal, I'll consider it a squatter job while I look for something a bit more fruitful.
In any event, there's this guy at my work who's a bit unkept (doesn't shave that much, hair is untidy, dirty clothes that aren't tucked, etc) who I see around a lot since he's the mail guy. Anyway, I'm in a bathroom stall when I suddenly feel someone lightly tug on the door and start to walk away right as I'm zipping up. So I hurry up the process so that they can have the nice big comfortable stall. And who's the guy who'd pulled on the door but Unkept Guy, right?
So I go to wash my hands and right as the guy closes the door, this fear strikes me that perhaps I didn't flush the toilet. But I don't hear a flush, so I think nothing of it. As soon as another person enters the bathroom and Unkept Guy hears what he thinks is me leaving, he flushes. WHICH MEANS that I gave him the nice stall with my business still sitting in the bowl for him to look at.
I was pretty much mortified the whole day at the thought that Unkept Guy (and everyone else he probably told) thinks I'm some sort of bathroom sicko who is so gross that he never flushes the toilet. And when I pass Unkept Guy in the halls now, he looks a little sheepish and prideful at the same time towards me. Because now I'm not only a guy who doesn't flush the toilet when he goes, I'm someone who pridefully ushers people in to use my unflushed toilet when I'm done.
So now you see how important it is that I start work somewhere else before the whole office finds out that I'm a non-flusher (which is a very rare mistake of mine, I might add). Rumors travel fast in a place with little humor.
