No Fear.

Corporate was around this morning. And somehow, it made me smile. Maybe it’s the way I’d get frazzled whenever my district manager at Panera was around, but I just decided to not be bothered by it. I decided that, dude, I know my shit. Go ahead. Stare me down. Try and intimidate me. You will FAIL.

I’ve been to hell and back, nothing can scare me. Funny how I only seem to be positive in the face of adversity. In general, negative people make me positive, and positive people make me negative. I tend to exist somewhere in the gray, reacting to my surroundings.

I FEAR NO MAN!

Laura noticed my state of emotional flux. She knows I’m a little weird, but I was more off than usual. Heh. When I walked in, Sam asked how I was. I said, “A loaded question, as always.” I contemplated actually telling Laura what was on my mind, as she was perceptive enough to notice. Decided to stick to my rule of not sharing personal information with coworkers. Forget when I decided that rule, but it is for self-preservation and to avoid drama and junk.

I can’t quite gauge what she sees. Probably just your average emotionally-sensitive female. To that end, I asked, “What can you see?” She responded, “I’m kind of oblivious most of the time.” I replied, “In this world, that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”

I’ve noticed how she refills sauce packets. Follow me for a second. Most people just shove them in. Heck, I do that most of the time. But she, instead, moves the napkin bins which are on top, refill the sauce packet bins directly, and then replace the napkin bins. This shows intelligence, forethought, and efficiency. I had a hunch this spilled over into other things. So I asked her when shopping if she puts items on the conveyor belt in an organized fashion. She promptly asked me if I’ve been stalking her. :: smiles :: I should articulate my hunches more often. (I was right.)

At some point, I was moved from drive-thru over to lobby-side of line. Time went fast, it was pretty fun doing orders by myself and otherwise doing prep stuff. Sam helped me now and then, but I really wasn’t frazzled. After my break, I recall making sure we didn’t run out of food. I didn’t feel like making orders, so I just went back and did dishes for the rest of my shift, coupled with breaking down boxes, taking out the trash, and prepping food. You know, the usual.

I’m horny. I think I’ll go immerse myself in dirty thoughts and wank. Excuse me.