…that’s all the time I have left on this computer at the library before they kick me off. Ready, Go!
Dear readers (all four of you),
My apologies for the seemingly abandonment of this blog. My number of readers I have had on wordpress has declined significantly in the past week or so. I can’t decide if it is because of spring break or the fact that I never post anymore due to not enough time and so much to do. Don’t worry though, soon I will have a sweet blog up for you because I thought it up already.
I wish you all a very wonderful spring break. Today, I decided to be brave and wear flip-flops with a pair of capris. Unfortunately, this led to a conversation with an interesting man who sat next to me at the library. He started it off all, “Ready for spring huh?” and then eventually led into telling me all this stuff about himself.
I’d be lying if I told you that I was perfectly comfortable about this. He asked questions about me, like where I went to school and the like. He even told me he thought I was in college (yay! You know this is a sensitive issue for me, especially since usually I am told I look 14) Then he asked where I learned to type so fast. A combination of school and work was my reply. He asked me about work and then went on to tell me he was a CEO of some companies in Las Vegas and needed an assistant.
At this point I was beginning to become slightly creeped out and also slightly embarrassed, I mean come on, this is a library, not a place for talking. I felt bad for the other people in the room, but was unable to be rude and ignore the man. He asked about where I would go to school. He even asked if I would want to go to Las Vegas to work. What!? GO AWAY! If you’ve ever read a blog of mine before then you would know that the italicized phrase was not what I actually said, but rather what I thought.
My back stiffened as I tried to concentrate on this lengthy application I was completing for a job this summer. He continued to interrupt with some sort of question or comment about how his ex-wife had a contract with the Jackson family in Las Vegas. I am not sure what sort of body language I was giving that was in any way encouraging him, but he continued nonetheless.
Thankfully, he left a little while ago, and I was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. Now I have officially 30 seconds left and better leave before all of this little adventure is lost into the internet forever.
‘Til next time!
Samantha
