A better day in the office today.

I was feeling pretty sick in the morning, but a few small exchanges with Office Jim cheered me up a bit. Like food absolutely falling out of his mouth onto the floor when I said good morning to him in the hall on my way to the copier. Talking with a mouthful of food should never strike me as charming but it was for some reason. Shit.

The deal that I made typos on was signed and in motion by 2, so my Human Factor / defective keyboard (always blame the machines) didn’t cause any damage. Thank god. I never thought it would but having this deal inked in record speed certainly helped my boss get over it quicker. I also found him some of the chocolate he likes and we joked a bit in the afternoon, so all is well. 

Around 3, I was feeling kind of wiped because I’d been staying really busy all day, and Jim walked past reception on his way to the bathroom, at the exact moment I stumbled [causing me to stumble?] over my usual phone greeting. He paused, leaned against the door-frame, waited for me to transfer the call, and teased me. 

I think we’ve broken some ice here. Because I’ve been teasing him a little but he hasn’t been returning that attention but then there it was, leaning on the door-frame, which is a male behavior I can’t even handle most times.

Later, I was helping him with some stuff … printing some reports and lists from QuickBooks and explaining them. Except the stuff he’s trying to figure out is super fucked up and I was getting confused trying to explain it to him because no one’s ever explained it to ME even, so. Not really helping so much as just pointing at things on pieces of paper while my mouth moved and words came out. But we were in his office and the copy room laughing and teasing each other and falling in love … he’s a pretty recent grad of UF and had mentioned (when I asked what he was listening to on some comically large headphones) that he was listening to a Gainesville band, and I replied, “you’re such a Gator” to which he took obvious silly offense.

We then established that we are enemies also because I’m an English major and he’s loves Finance. I told him I was proud of myself for doing some math. When I was struggling to explain the nuances of one of the QuickBooks reports to him, he was like, “Well, explain it to me in Shakespeare, you can do that right?” And I said, “Sure, but you wouldn’t understand!”