As I gathered my plastic utensils and paper-thin paper napkin I'd heard the greeting faintly, but didn't think it was for me. I'm such a space cadet-all I can do when I ran into my office crush was vacuously stand there in front of the microwave. I muttered something about a project that we were working on, but since I was trying to insure that my lunch didn't explode, my ability to form complete sentences was extremely impaired.
I'm just one of those people who "looks good on paper." I love email, since I can ponder over subtle nuances and construct sentences that actually make some sense. But for some reason, all of the speech competition events I attended in high school and having pranced around regularly in skimpy outfits in front of hordes of people in college just didn't do anything towards me making any remote semblance of sense when I get flustered. Or nervous. I stammer something awful.
I don't know how I got through spending a couple of hours with the Remote Boss yesterday. Happened to meet up with him, and we had quite a fun time talking about anything but work. It was fun, and my crush has morphed into appreciation, and I've decided that I want to be him when--or if--I grow up. But I was uber-nervous-and as is almost always the case, it was really for nothing.
Posted by equilibrium-girl at December 14, 2005 07:10 PM