I'm basically a big deal

I recently got hired at Fastsigns in Provo and it's basically awesome. I work with four other guys and am the only girl, which makes things a lot more bearable (I get along with guys better than girls, plus it makes me the "special" one). I'm working 40 hours and I do a lot of stuff. I work the front desk answering calls, taking orders, giving estimates and quotes, I help out with the "weeding" and proofing the layouts. It's pretty crazy and it keeps me busy, which I love. I like being busy, makes me feel productive and like I am needed. Which I am. I am totally needed here :)

So far my favorite story of the week besides hitting my knees excessively on the counter when I sit on the stool, happened today. An old man came in, correction - a creepy old man came in to order a banner. He saw the ring that I wear on my right hand and asked if it was a CTR ring and I said no. He then heaved a sigh of relief, grasped my hand and said "I'm so glad that you aren't one of those girls." And in my head I was thinking, "Well it doesn't say CTR, but it says STAND, as in 'Stand for truth and righteousness.'" Little did he know. He then asked where I was from, I said Arizona, whereupon he sighed another sigh of relief, closed his eyes, grasped my hand and said "good." Of course I told him that I am going to school up here, however, but he told me to get out. "Get out now, while you can. Don't get married, don't get pregnant." He told me to fall in love several times and even then don't get married because the guy won't deserve me (sweet, but weird too). He told me to not do what he did, and that he is moving to Hawaii and if I "see the light" that I can come visit whenever I want to (ok pops, whatever you say). "Go away for a couple of years and think about it. Then come back and see if you still want to get married and what not." He told me about this book that some woman wrote entitled "Do Gentlemen Prefer Blonds" even the title sounds sketchy. The book is about how we "work," in his words. All about hormones and how humans connect. When telling me this he decided to give a demonstration on what exactly she wrote about. So he said "For instance, if we were just looking into each other's eyes...(this is where he stared deeply into my eyes)...then people like each other better then if they were just doing whatever." I'm pretty sure I liked him less when I caught a glimpse into his soul. I finally managed to get him to pay for his order and get out of there. But I am now determined to get married, and get pregnant, just to spite him.

My boss Dan had heard bits of the conversation so when Mr. Random left I explained what the heck that was all about. He's coming back in later to pick up his banner. I fully intend to be in the bathroom when I see him coming. That or get all three of the guys to stand somewhere close by in case he decides to kidnap me away to Hawaii with him. I could try chaining myself to the counter. He could try, but fail. It was just weird; weird and creepy.

Other than that, work is awesome. I finally made it into the "club" with my refillable McDonald's cup, so I am now just as cool as the boys when we go get our refills on caffeine. I did miss the first Pizza Friday though due to a family lunch. But leftovers were saved for me. The boys also got to here my boy drama and how last night's date went. I don't really care whether they care or not, they get to hear me talk no matter what they say. Oh the bliss of rambling and knowing you can practically say anything and it won't phase anyone. It's fun :D