WOW
I sit at two tables when I’m at work. I sit with E.M. and S.P. during my fifteen. I sit with Z.P. and L.P. during the half hour. Admittedly, I sit with E.M. because I find him fascinating. He is going into law school too and the conversations with him are a bit more high brow than those I have with others. I’m not saying that we discuss the comparative politics or music from the baroque period, but we’re not focusing on Brittney Spears either. A few weeks ago we were joined by a temp, S.P. At first I didn’t mind him. He’s a very sweet guy (Oh, how I hate saying that). He’s very polite. He shows an interest in how people are doing and he’s a hard worker. The thing is… he’s getting on my nerves! For the most part, I feel like I’m sitting next to the Beav. I just want to bust that 50’s bubble that seems to surround him. I like to spar when I talk to people. There’s no malice behind it but I get along best with people who can give as good as they get which is why I like sittin