Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Rush Stories

Danny tells me this morning that they were talking about me. I had made a comment yesterday about how girls who dress like boys bother me. I don't know why and not all girls dressing like boys does. Just the ones who dress in the latest hoodlum fashion. They don't look like boys. They look like girls who think they look like boys. Anyway, after my comment I went home. So he and Amanda talked about how normally I am really easy going and have a let live attitude. So my comment had kind of thrown them.
Today I made a comment about a kid who occasionally works with us. I said I thought he was gay and didn't know it yet. Danny says he loves listening to me talk because I come up with the funniest stuff. I was also told I come up with random things by Spencer. Hehe. I told Spencer that he can just wait until he knows me better or until I know him better if he thinks I am being random now.
Jerry was in again today getting more books for Carley. I got another hug. I keep thinking about him and his wife Connie singing at my wedding. Damn I wish someone hadn't taken the wedding tape so we could hear it again. They were so lovely.
Some of the people are getting a little cranky as the week is going along. Mostly the ones getting tickets in the parking lot. Hmmmm. We get to hear them complain since the school security is right next to the bookstore.
By the way. My name is Nathan. I am Nathan all week. I am Nathan just about every rush week. Or I am Rich. Or I am no name. I don't particularly like people knowing who I am and talking to me like they know me. So I just don't use a real name tag. Seems to bother some people. One guy this week told me I could change my tag since the paper just slides in and out. It seemed to really bother him. I'm not sure why. Today he commented that I was still Nathan. I told him I would be all week. Kind of left him speechless. For some reason my co-workers seem to get a really big kick out of explaining my name tag to people.

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