Never was a Cornflake Girl…

I like being alone at work. I keep the lobby dark and I play music and sing while I work, talk to myself like I’m am completely and totally insane. Lorrie is the counselor who came in. She’s new this semester and I like her best out of the rest, but she’s still older than me. I wish there were more people like me around here. Anyway, she scares the shit out of me when she gets here. See, I was going to play some music on the computer, I went to deezer.com (the latest music streaming site I’m using at work since they have now blocked pandora and rhapsody, assholes), and I realize I took my speakers home for Jade over xmas. Oh I was pissed, but I had the mp3 player. I briefly considered “what if someone sneaks up on me?” but I can’t work without music, so an hour later I’m in here singing along with Jewel “cute boys with crew cuts and … day glow surf boooooooooooards!!!” and I get up to get some more paper out of the lobby copier and scream!! Lorrie is right there and she scared the ever livin shit outta me. She says, “I’ve tried to talk to you a couple times, but you were singin’…” LOL. Hey, it could have been worse. Once in the middle of the day Jeremy walked in with the entire FIC crew with him and I was cooking and jamming to some Regina Spektor, actually attempting the Russian part of “Apres Moi”. You should have seen the look on Tommy’s face, almost like he was scared of me.