As most of you know, I'm currently working two jobs -- one that I've had for nearly six months and one that I started very recently.

Since I've been at my new job for approximately three weeks and haven't quit yet, my co-workers have decided that they'd like to get to know who Anniemosity is. Getting to know new co-workers is a much different experience than getting to know a new friend. While you're asking a million questions ("Where does this ladle go?" "Do I put beans in this?" "What tastes like Newcastle but isn't Newcastle?"), you try to get a feel for who they are and if it's the appropriate time to start making fun of them yet. It can be a bit of an awkward process, however.

As I'm washing out a gigantic soup pot, one of my co-workers (let's call him "Thomas*") passes behind me and says, "You're kind of tall." I turned off the water and offered an awkward word of thanks (the kind that ends in a question mark). "Not in the bad way," he clarified, heading downstairs, leaving me to wonder what "the bad way" really meant.

Later, I'm attempting to double-boil some creamy chicken soup and Thomas* comes into the kitchen and says, "So I bought the most fucked up movie I've ever seen last night." I can't remember for the life of me what it's called, but the rough plot outline is that a group of villagers pray to this fishing god for awhile, and then they stop, so the god turns them into fish mutants or something. He sketches out the plot for me, highlighting the explicit mutilations, and then heads back out to the register. I stand in front of the stove in a kind of stunned silence. I suddenly didn't want to be around my creamy chicken soup and decided to wash some dishes, although the water reminded me of fish, and... well, I scrambled around for something unrelated to do for a good ten minutes. Don't get me wrong, Thomas* is cool, but I thought it was kind of a bizarre way to make conversation... although I've been known to do worse.

Also, it may be a little too early for this, but I'm developing hardcore crushes on two of the guys at my new job. God damn it.

*totally a fake name.

Oh yeah. I'm 21 now, I puked a lot, and I had a great weekend. Thank yous go to Samantha, Marisa, Carissa, Amber, Stacy, Jen, Suzie, Michelle, Rachel, Renee, Kristen, Jason, Tony (and your parents!) Dave, Dan, Kecia, Sarah, Muhs, Colby & Tony, Sammy, Jed, Bjorn, and everyone else who came out and/or bought me a drink (or got me super wasted) this weekend. Special thanks to Samantha, Marisa, and Megan for taking care of me Friday night and listening to me wail, "I don't want to be 21 anymore!"

I also got the best gift ever:






Beat that.