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I had to make that two hour drive to work myself because I needed to do some paperwork at City Hall and of course, nothing's opened till 8am (the work truck starts off at 6.30am). I didn't have my work truck with me so I had to use my personal car, you know, that convertible that I heart so much.
Anyway, at 10.30am, as I entered that gazillion-dollar subdivision, I noticed the contractor right behind me. He followed me (of course) all the way in and I could see his frown from my rearview mirror as he tried to figure out who it was parking the nice car on his property, away from the work trucks (what, you think I was going to chance any injury to my pretty car?). Then I got out. You know, she of the "lowest of the totem pole." * She of the "getting away with pink sweat pants and panties" as I lay on the ground sinking into cement mix and mud*. Opened the trunk up. Took out my toolbelt and toolbox.
As I made the slow walk down the long, muddy driveway to the new mansion, he drove pass me. When I finally reached the area where I usually get ready for work, he was there.
"Hey," he greeted me.
"Morning!" I chirped.
"What's a roofer doing with a fancy car like that?" He nodded toward my very fancy convertible (for which I'd saved and saved for years, btw, and looks new because I baby it). He cocked an eyebrow at me. "It's a very expensive car, isn't it?" (meaning out-of-my-league expensive)
You know me. I had made it my quest to get him to smile. I did a few jiggly steps and then sang the first two lines of the Donna Summer song. "I work hard for my money...so work hard for my money."
Nope. Did. Not. Crack. One smile at me. One day...one day....
*earlier posted episodes
P/S I keep seeing these episodes fictionalized in a H/S series story ;-). You know, the ones with the bad-tempered hero and the mouthy and unconventional heroine.
Your exercise today: Tell me what you imagine were the various reactions from the other workers who really don't know me, when they saw me getting in and out of my shiny zoombaby. As I told you before, I mostly sit quietly in the work compound and basically get the menial jobs because you know...I'm female, not a state-licensed roofing contractor ;-P.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Another Episode
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3 comments:
LMAO! You know, I would have loved to have been a fly on that wall Jenn! Just to see monotone dude's face. I can see why it's your mission to make that man smile. You're coworkers are now wondering what you get paid an hour. ;-)
Or what my other job is ;-).
I guess they don't know you're a writer? Which gives added meaning to the name of your blog. ;-)
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