Facebook Note from 11/30/2010 ~ "The Hot Box Story"

Yesterday was just a stressful day - I mean all days are stressful any more, but it seemed a little bit moreso - probably because it was a Monday. So today I decided I was going to try to not be as stressed and started to bug the counselor across the hall. He is new to the school this year but we hit it off and he spends a lot of time making comments like, "What are you doing NOW?" I mostly bug him and because he's pretty anal, I wait until he leaves and move stuff around in his office. My favorite thing to do is TAKE things from his office and then pretend like he gave them to me when he comes in and grabs candy and as he's chomping says, "Isn't that mine?" and I say, "It was until you gave it to me!" And he believes me and keeps chomping and talking. (I think I have more stuff of his in my office than he has - hahaha). Most days I sing and he closes his door and other days I'll start to tell him something and he'll pick up the phone and pretend he's talking to someone. This is what he did today but I finally called him on it.

I was going to tell him about my shattered window in my door story and he picked up the phone! Okay?? That's rude - it didn't ring. So I say, "Don't do that thing where you pretend the phone just rang so you don't have to listen to my story!" About that time a man walked down the hall between our offices that I had no clue who it was. Upon hearing me bust out Mike he steps backwards and looks at me and looks at him and says, "I didn't think they let married people work this close together". At the same time we both said, "PLEASE!!" and made a few more comments - his was meaner than mine, so I pulled out my nerf super shooter pistol and shot a dart at him across the hall. The guy stepped backwards again and said, "Are those things "legal" in school?" Mike says, "She thinks she's Barney Fife over there". The guy laughs and walks on. I run over to get my dart (that hit the door jam and didn't get too far) and mouth to Mike, "Who is that?"
He mouthed, "IT the phone guy".

I said, now back at my seat so I said loud enough for him to hear me (and I want you to know he is still sitting at his desk holding the damned phone receiver to his ear like he's talking to someone!!! hahahaha), "IT? Are you sure he's not the box guy because my box hasn't been hot since August".

He finally hangs up the phone and said, "You can't be talking about your box to everyone! And I actually think he's from admin. and he probably heard you?"
I said, "Heard me WHAT? Say I wish he was sent to fix my internet box?"
He said, "You didn't say that though did you?"

At this the guy walked back, came in my room and as he shut my door said to Mike across the hall, "I am the man you call if there is a woman who hasn't had a hot box in 6 months!" and closes my door! hahahaha It was sooo funny.

The guy "Dan" said that Richwoods wasn't his building so as much as he'd like to he couldn't fix my box problem. (Story of my life). BUT he grabs some chocolate and sits down and asks me my name and I told him - well, come to find out he knew CHuck. So once again Chuck worked his magic and the guy because Chuck was such a good guy (and he felt a little sorry for him having to put up with me) fixed my internet box. Then I got out a pen I had broken and he tried to fix that and said finally that he couldn't. What is really funny is the whole time Mike is in there (just being nosey more than anything) and keeps trying to schmooze the guy into fixing his phone line and he didn't!!!

After I came back from lunch I asked Mike if he got his phone fixed - AGAIN he picks up his phone receiver to act like he's answering it and he says, "No". I said, "You should have told him your box wasn't hot!"
He said, "Marita, I don't have a box"
I said, "Yes you do, we all have a box....yours looks just like mine and....." I kept rambling

And......he got up walked over and closed his door. Tomorrow when he's gone I think I'll take his radio....