BANG! BANG! BANG!

So, on my way to work today I was thinking to myself how I should handle today. Should I continue to hate the 45 minutes of lunch time spent with a new co-worker, or should I look at it as an opportunity to create an ally in the workplace? Well, a scone and three shots of espresso later, I concluded that I need to get over myself and deal with it. When I arrived at work, I was told that my co-worker/lunch partner has called in sick. Blessing from the Lord or deterrence from satan? Either way, I will be enjoying my chicken shawarma and side of hummus alone today. For the past seven Fridays (have I told you this?) I have been going to lunch at a Moroccan restaurant down the street from my dentist's office. I love this place because it is a converted 7-11 where my mom used to take me and my sisters to get a Slurpee after we got our teeth cleaned. Anyway, the restaurant is located a stone's throw away from the Irving Islamic Center, and Morocco being a mostly Muslim country, the place is owned and run by muslims. There is always a huge crowd of people there when I go in to order my food. I thought this weird since my lunch break is usually at two and the normal lunch rush is between 11:30 and 1:00. I asked my Muslim-smart friend, Hailee why this was. Apparently, they eat after their midday prayer and since their prayer times go with the sun, in the summer time, their midday prayer gets later and later...cool, yeah? OK, all that to say, I have made good friends with a waitress and a waiter there. They both know my order by heart and as soon as they see me come in, they put it in so the wait is not long. The waitress is so funny. She once told me that everything on the menu could be ordered to go, except the chef...I thought it was hilarious. I love this woman because even though she is very busy when I am there, she makes time to sit and talk to me. The waiter is probably 26 and has braces. He is so shy. I wonder why he chose to wait tables...? I am hopeful that one day I will get enough time with either of them to talk about Jesus. I know that the reason they are so kind to me is probably for the same reason...only reversed.

Well, today is a good day...bossman isn't here...which means I ---ooooh there's a cardinal out the window!!!

Smitten...Not the Good Kind

So, I think that the Lord is smiting me. So, I am smitten...? Is that how it works? Whatever, God is in a fight with me. My 30-45 minutes of alone time during lunch is all I have working against my brain frying while at work. I need those precious moments to relax and not have to talk to anyone. But with my awesome luck, the new lady has decided to ask to go with me to lunch everyday. Everyday. Did I mention that she wants to go to lunch with me everyday. Bless her heart (my dad says that if someone says that, they are basically justifying to themselves that whatever they say next (good or awful) is OK), she has no filter in her brain. She is on the company phone, talking to her doctor about how she doesn't understand why her feet are always swollen...because she already had her time of the month. Why can't you wait until a break time and go into the warehouse or your car to to talk to your doctor about things I don't want to know? For crying out loud. She also doesn't understand personal space. I feel like I am constantly having to back away from her...it makes me feel bad because I don't want her to think that I hate to be around her, it's just that I don't like her 3 inches from my face all the time.

One quick note. I have made it my mission to log the time it takes each day for the two girls who go ahead of me to go to lunch. Last week one of them (who writes up the time sheets and turns them into the check company) docked me for 50 minutes rather than just 30...which I was totally gone for 50. But her and her friend are always gone for an hour while Linda and I starve to death waiting for them to get back. An I am positive that they only knock themselves 30 minutes...I'm onto them like whit on rice.