I guess it may sound a little odd that we are such good friends and yet we haven't seen each other in a while, but I changed jobs and she didn't. She and I worked together at my very first job ever, Winn Dixie and then we both went to work at a bank. We have always, always, always had a great time together wherever we were. I have already told you the embarrassing bathroom story that involved her but oh, there were soooo many more.
When we first started working together at the bank, she was downstairs and I was upstairs. We had a girl leave on maternity leave and she was chosen for the move up. We sat right across from each other with our typewriters facing each other. She was the secretary to the Mortgage loan officer and I was the secretary to the Consumer loan officer. There were only 7 of us total upstairs so we all pretty much helped each other if one was more overworked than the other. It was really a pretty good place to work, we did get called down for laughing or just being too loud at times. But we really didn't care. Once we were sitting at our desks, working away, and my friend stops typing and looks over at me and says, "You know, I read that you can get a nasty infection, if you don't use lubrication." Then she just starts typing like it's no big thing. Keep in mind there is another lady sitting out with us who is about 25 years our senior. I just stared at her, and slowly looked over at the other lady who looked as shocked as I was by the statement. She never said another word about it, we just laughed it off. What a hoot!
We eventually were separated from each other. She stayed out front while I was moved to another office with my boss. I hated it, so I would go sit out there with her and we would talk until someone told me I had to go back to my office. One day, a really cute guy came in to get a car loan. I mean he was tall, with dark wavy hair, dark complexion, just dang good looking. Except for one thing. . . he was wearing overalls, with no shirt. OK, I know, that isn't so bad, I mean he is good looking, but then he was carrying a man purse.
I couldn't take it.
I tried, I mean really tried not to laugh.
It was so hard. I MEAN HARD!!
Then she did it. . .
She kept calling my office telling me to pick up the phone. I picked it up the first time, and she said, I like your boyfriend's pocketbook.
I hung up immediately.
She called again.
I ignored her, but she would call again, and again, until I would answer only to torture me with those pocketbook comments. I couldn't wait for him to leave so I could roll around on the floor laughing. We have had so much fun together. I want to hang out with her again. I need a good laugh, in the last week and a half, all 3 of our vehicles have died. Where is the justice? I don't have enough envelopes for all these disasters, but I will continue to give thanks in everything.
Even this, because it could be worse.
I feel like I don't do enough to make you laugh. My goal this week: Make you laugh.
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