I should be either:
b) reading "White Teeth" by Zadie Smith for my summer course in London.
I am not doing either of these things.
I am charging my iPod Touch and basically sitting here choosing to write a blog entry about seemingly nothing instead.
I have been working all week, which is a strange contrast to the last few weeks, in which I hardly worked at all, and the rest of the summer in which I am taking leave for England and casting my job off into the dust.
This is subscription mailing week so I have literally spent 12 hours already stuffing tickets into envelopes, and have 6 more hours to go tomorrow.
There was this creepy guy who worked at the adjoining restaurant for a long time; for the sake of privacy let's call him Artemis. Artemis would wander into the theatre and look at brochures just long enough to find an excuse to ask me how I am doing and make eyes at me and things. Then once he brought a small child to the show and said some really creepy things like "this is my SPECIAL FRIEND, I need good seats for us," and while I already wasn't interested in the slightest, I am DEFINIETLY not interested in would-be pedophiles so I was happy to hear he'd either left or hadn't worked in a long time.
Today my manager comes back to the box office from getting a coke and says "New guy over there wants you to go over and flirt with him. He'll give you free pop."
I have no interest in flirting, but I have every interest in free things, so I was like "Heck yes, going!"
I waltz in and say "Who is the new guy?" A blonde, rather cheeky looking fellow swaggers over and I put my hands up. "This is a completely flirting-free encounter. I am here on a matter of thirst."
"Oh really," he says. "How come your manager said you always used to come over and flirt with Artemis? I've been here three weeks already and I've never seen you once. What's wrong with me?"
Okay. Now. The story is all messed up at this point. I have NEVER, NOT ONCE in my life walked into that restaurant and flirted with anyone. That is 100% a falsity. I don't know which one of them is lying to me, I don't know who set me up, I don't know what my manager would get out of the situation if she told him that, I don't know how I am still going to get out of this with a free coke, so boy was I happy when he randomly brought up Harry Potter.
"Have you seen the movie?" he asked me, gesturing toward the shirt of the person standing nearby.
"Last night!" I replied proudly.
"You didn't dress up, did you?" His eyes were narrowing.
I smirked at him. "Oh yeah."
His features shifted completely from totally interested to highly disappointed. He pulls out the tap and fills a cup with ice and coke. I reach for my dollar.
"No charge," he says, albeit defeated.
"Nice to meet you!" I sang, skipping out the door.
Harry Potter. Making boys lose interest in girls since 1997. xD
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