And I'm extremely intrigued by you, mysterious stranger whom I try so desperately to commune with. I think it's because to me, mystery and being a little different-weird among other things are subsets to a whole lot of sexay. Things this week are pretty rosy. Nothing has happened that's majorly pissed me off. I've been trading hugs and sentiment, got a semi-designer hair cut, survived the entire week without only Saturday for rest and roughly 5 hours of sleep a night without pissing myself off.
Today, was magical.
I was in the Holland Village Starbucks fulfilling my district coffee master responsibilities 'hosting' and 'event', as a glorified overdressed salesperson. Even though I slept only 3 hours before and had to help facilitate a 4 hour workshop before transforming from teacher into slick salesman I was surprisingly pleasant, even by work standards where I'm already extremely pleasant.
I'll find you a seat sir, no problem. Miss, more water for you?
I even managed slot in time to do additional coaching for the partners on shift. Then had this crazy girl come up and pass her number to me. Which was awesome. Despite the fact that I have fat face now.
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