Lots of Going Ons At the Ghetto

I can't believe it's Thursday already..  What a busy week it has been!

 

Here at the "ghetto" we had a bridal shower, with yet another potluck.  I brought in my usual salad, and like usual, I managed to spill my bottled water on my chair.  I did the same exact thing at the Christmas potluck.  I sported a large wet spot on my pants during the whole event.  Thank God I wore black pants.  Then my son calls me on the cell phone.  It's on vibrate with tone, and I have the most obnoxious ring ever, so I leave quickly off my seat, only to drop my plate in the hallway.  Lovely!!  Thank God there was nothing on my plate really, and I got help by a friendly probation officer standing by.  It wasn't later that I realized I said the word "shit" when I dropped my plate.  Luckily only a few people heard.  Eek..  Shocking, huh?  Well, some of my co-workers found it very amusing, and it sparked a lively conversation.  I educated them all how to say "shit" in Portuguese, and they thought it sounded, "pretty".  Okay.  I will try to say the word, "merda"  (pronounced like:  MER DAH---roll the R) instead for now on.  In French, it's merde---you say it to people to wish good luck.  In Portuguese, however, it just means shit. 

Anyway's, the couple who are getting married met on the internet.  I don't know the details of it all, but that is how they met.  They are a cute couple, but the groom came across a little nutty--he felt as though he had to read each and every card, word to word.  There was that uncomfortable silence as  he did it, each and every time.  People were smiling, but it was easy to know what they were thinking.  "My God, man, we are on our lunch hour, hurry already!"  At least that is what I wanted to say.  

Me and another clerical person, we'll call her Paula, went together on the gift card.  She bought a bridal shower card, and told me with very sad eyes, "I don't even know what this card means..."  You see, Paula is in her 50's and has confessed to me that she has never been in love before.  She doesn't even know what the card means in that respect.  It was very sad.  I urged her to do what the bride did--get herself on EHarmony.com and find a compatible man!  She is hesitant, but I think she is going to listen to Dr. Phil, and just do it.  

Monday there will be another potluck at our other office for St. Patricks day.  I won't be going to that one. 

Tuesday there is a potluck for someone here that just adopted a puppy.  It's a Puppy Shower Potluck.  Have you ever been to one of those?  I can't say I ever have.  This co-worker has no children, and the doggies she and her husband share are their kids.  I may go to that one.  This lady has gone to at least two baby showers for me; it's the least I can do.  I don't have an idea what to buy the puppy other than doggy snacks and rubber toys.  Remind me to wear a bib and my black pants on that day too. 

We have some new faces here at the ghetto.  There is an older gentlemen who now works part time here.  Let's call him, "Elroy".  From what I've  heard Elroy is "overly qualified" for the job he is doing now, and just wants to "do something" now that he is retired.  He is sharp as a tac, but Elroy is constantly at my desk with questions.  That is fine, I can appreciate his questions, but for God's sake it's the same question over and over again.  One day he comes up and says,

 "Can I ask you a personal question?" 

"Yes?"  Oh my God, I wonder..what is he going to ask me? 

"Do you do anything special with your hair?  You had it down the other day, and it is just gorgeous!" 

I thanked him, and told him that I don't do anything.  I don't have time to even blow dry my hair in the morning, and it's a good day if I don't have a wetspot on the back of my shirt because of it.  It was nice of him to say anyway, but I'm keeping my hair up in a pony tail when he is around.  The last time someone complimented my hair, it was a client sitting in the lobby who smiled a lot.  He was missing his 3 front teeth.  (That's what happens when you use meth.)  I thanked him too, and quickly walked away. 

Tomorrow I will not be at the ghetto.  My cousin's daughter (Tania)  is flying in from Lisbon in the morning, and I want to be home when she gets here.  I also have grocery shopping to do.  The girl loves hash browns.  I also have birthdays to shop for---busy, busy weekend!  Have a great one!