The weather is messing with my head again. My brain is a barometer and when the weather changes, I get the mother of all headaches. I woke up at 2:30 am with it and it's still here.
I went to work anyway. As soon as I pull up to the shop I see that we have another semi tractor to do graphics on. Semis won't fit into the shop since they are so tall so we have to work on them outside. The temperature was in the low 30's but the wind was fierce.
As I rounded the front of the semi I see that the owner is standing there and he is beautiful. I don't mean handsome. I mean beautiful. He's about 6'1" tall with dark hair and eyes. He smiles at me and enthusiastically says "Good morning!"
On my way into the shop I realize that I look like death warmed over since there is no color in my face. Great! Why do I always look like crap when someone hot is standing in front of me?
The customer decides he is staying while we work on the semi. He follows me around as I'm trying to work and I'm painfully aware of my appearance and feeling even more self conscious. Gawd this guy is gorgeous. I have a hard time focusing on my work and find myself sneaking glimpses of him all the while hoping that he doesn't look at me. Crazy, I know but sometimes I wish I had a bag to put over my head so I could see out but no one could see in.
Bonus points to me for keeping my focus, finishing the job and actually carrying on a half way decent conversation. Just as I'm finishing, he says he has another truck to bring over. Great! I get to look at him for most of the day. Now where's that bag?
Friday, January 27, 2006
Aw, Crap!
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16 comments:
sweetie, you're gorgeous! no bag needed.
obviously, mr. hottie doesn't think you need one either.
I am sure you look fine, even on your bad days. The good news, should we ever bump into each other by accident, I am not a hottie so you will not look like crap. Something like that if you can follow the logic.
If he was not enjoying your company than he would have found something else to do. Cut yourself some slack.
Oh me, I so forgot the link. Look at this picture. I thought, considering, you would enjoy it.
http://www.geocities.com/freak_zilla/bethbag.jpg
You know your fine girl!!! LOL
I totally understand the bag thing...maybe we should always carry one in our back pockets for just this kind of situation! LOL
Jenn, you should have snook off home and changed in to something a little more provocative.
Then he may decide to bring more custom your way. Ooh err!
Hey!
You're a HAWT BIOTCH and you know it!
Flash em your boobies!
Rock on wit your bad self!
I hate it when I go to the grocery store in my sweats and my hair's up --- thinking I'm not going to run into someone I know or an ex- or whatever, and then BAM! Deb????? IS THAT YOU????
It's awful. I feel your pain, but I find it hard to believe you look like death warmed over---you're bad!
Oh---and I saw the HNT pic----very intriguing! I loved it!
Terry~Aw, thanks!
Barman~I think I follow your logic. That picture was hilarious although she obviously needed the bag for a different reason.
WMY~I think you're on to something. We could market it as the assessory for those "not so hot days".
Suze~I wish I lived closer to work and I might just have done that.
Madame~I have to say it's hard to flash boobies when you're wearing that ever sexy polar fleece sweatshirt.
Rob~He's bringing more next week. ;-)
Deb~Glad we feel each other's pain. I try to make it a rule now not to leave the house without at least doing something with my hair.
I bet you look hot even without makeup..
TC~Aw, you are so nice. It' a scary site. Check out this .
Gotta love the hottie boys! I swear, you would think we'd lose the whole "I hope he doesn't realize I'm staring at him even though I'm SHAMELESSLY staring at him" thing as we get older.
*shrugging*
Forget about it.
Stare away! If he asks why you can't look away, tell him Buddha Girl wants an update on his Hot Self.
Hang in there!
I caught what you had SG. All day has been yuck, probably sinus problems. No fun what so ever. I hope you are doing better.
dang ... you're just a mite bit too far for me to get my truck over there for a good painting ... ;)
oooohhhh, he's coming back for more Jenn! hee hee!
You're pretty~no bag necessary! :)
I agree... you don't need a bag at all, dearie.
(Doncha hate it when the Grecian Gods decide to pay attention to you when you're feeling like you look bad, though?)
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