March 9, 2000chatting up erik estrada
March 9, 2000
It's Thursday night and I'm home watching Popular as usual and getting ready to tape God, The Devil and Bob [basically b/c God sortakinda reminds me of Damerville. Freeeaky.] and full from a diner of mac and cheese. In short, it's a good night. I'm also neurotically checking my hotmail account waiting for Joe's email to arrive in my inbox. I find this all terribly amusing for some reason.I've been working full time this week, with the exception of Monday when I was still enjoying the fruits of drinking a wine cooler at 10:30 am, thanks Danny!, and Wednesday when I couldn't get my sorry ass out of bed due to a mysterious draining of energy. So Tuesday was spent taking thirty phone calls and reading great quanities of Mighty Big TV recaps, but I also recieved a bit of hilarity in the form of Erik Estrada.
Here's the background: In my job I assign people addresses, especially those that are converting from Rural Routes to physical addys. I get this one guy who lives in this horrid little mobile home park that we haven't been able to assign addresses to yet. He was trying to get his phone turned on so I told him to tell the operator person that our office said it was fine to use the RR addy until we could assign him a permanent one. I just assumed he was going through Sprint. I get a call five minutes later from him saying that the company wouldn't accept that and that I would have to call and confirm it, so he gives me the number. Meanwhile I'm wondering who the dumbass is down at Sprint that won't let poor Larry have his phone.
I dial up the number and hear,"Hello, this is Erik Estrada..." Witness Fiona doubled over laughing till she cries. Repeat process 10 times or so and you've got a little addressing tech telling everyone passing by that she's going insane from listening to Erik Estrada.
I also came up with this snarky little bit:
"Companies used to have customer service numbers, now they have upgraded to customer care numbers. My theory is that companies know that they can't get away with passing these medieval torture devices off as service numbers so they've taken to referring to them as care numbers as a last ditch attempt at sounding helpful and concerned before going straight to saying "Bugger off," or "Kiss my ass," as soon as the phone is answered."
The Joe Update is as follows:
Through our emails we get to chat on a level that we otherwise can't at work. Over the weekend, flirting with Peck and otherwise, I kept having little daydream scenes of Joe and I together. The thing is that I once again assert that my attraction to Joe has more to do with being pursued by someone than with Joe himself and that it's manifesting itself in a stronger way since there's nothing to conflict with it by the way of Scott.
In short, I'd flirt and take a liking to anything that would flirt back. That should put Danny's mind at ease about Peck at least, but I still have to fight doing the flirty act with Joe since I'm not wanting to lead him on. And I'm not leading him on, I'm keeping a dialogue open until we can talk this out [he already knows where I stand for the most part]. The key is to keeping your denial happy is reinforcement.
So now I'm doubly wanting to get back to school to see if this attraction nonsense lasts when I'm once again basking in the warm glow of Scott's godlike form. Hee! Sorry, inside joke.
I had fun today watching soaps with Dana and Tracy, though we Rowdy Girls did drive away Gwan the Minister. Oops, guess he couldn't handle us making snarky comments about the girl with the buck teeth. There was an impending sex scene at one point while he was still there so he tried covering up the teevee screen. My response was to crane my neck and proclaim, "they ain't doin nothin!" and then later, "If they were, I'd be out of here so fast...I can't risk becoming contaminated." Ah, Fi's whacked views on broadcast sex, join the fun.
