Hump Day

When I was a kid, I hated Wednesdays. I’m not sure why. I was born on a Wednesday and anyone who knows me, knows how much I just love my birthday. I tried to have it declared a national holiday but to no avail. The only thing I can attribute my general animosity towards Wednesdays to is the fact that as a young girl that was always the day Brownies fell on. I hated Brownies. It was a little too girly for me, who at the time was about as much of a tomboy as one could get. I tried to join cub scouts. They camped and hiked and did all the fun stuff the Girl Guides didn’t do. We got to sell cookies. Woo…hoo…My friend and I even tried to join the cub scouts. We snuck in wearing her brother’s cast off uniforms, but were outted when her big frizzy blonde hair escaped the confines of the hat and sent it flying halfway across the room.

Anyway, Wednesdays have never been a favorite. Until today.

You see, today I arrived at work, filled up my Ugly Green Fish Mug in the kitchen and then was on my way through the reception area which is basically secured. You have to swipe your security access to pass from one door to the other. If anyone comes off the elevator they are basically trapped in reception until someone comes to get them.

And lordy, but you should have seen what we trapped this morning. Holy hormone, Batman, but there was one fine looking specimen of man standing there, a carry-on slung over his shoulder. A nice, lean, muscular shoulder at that. Whew…damn, it’s hot in here. Where was I? Oh yes, muscular shoulders and captive audiences. I figure the karma gods must have been smiling down on me this morning, as I managed to get to the reception area before he picked up the phone and called the actual receptionist to let him in.

I asked his name and if I could help him. A sudden rush of all the things I’d like to help him with clogged my cranium. I beat them back…though granted, not with much enthusiasm. It’s so rare to have a hot guy pass through our office; I wanted to enjoy the fantasy for as long as possible. He said his name and I realized he was the new guy hired for our Ontario office.

I led him into the office, down to the meeting room and reluctantly let him be led off by one of the senior management guys. My joy that he was a permanent fixture of the company tempered by the fact he was working several provinces away. Oh well, at least he’ll visit from time to time.

Wednesday’s child is full of woe, and I must say, I am most woeful that he works in the wrong office. The karma gods have a rather cynical sense of humor in my humble estimation. I’m sure if I do a ring check he’ll probably have a gold band strangling his ring finger as well. Sigh. Story of my life. Still…he sure is pretty to look at.