Happy Valentine's Day
Feb. 14th, 2002 03:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senoritafishD. left pink tootsie pops on our desks this morning - I meant to go get those little conversation hearts earlier, but I never got there. John suprised me this morning with a little stuffed Pepe Le Pew, with a tiny box of candy. I really don’t know why Pepe is one of my favorite Warner Bros. characters, since he is the epitome of sexual harassment. Maybe because he is so upbeat in the face of rejection? Anyway, John is so sweet - he’s always got to give me a present first thing in the morning, he can’t wait. So I gave him his present too, although I hadn’t wrapped it - we always seem to do the “Close your eyes, and hold out your hand,” sort of thing. I had gotten him a miniature Zen garden - the little tray with the sand, rake and stone to arrange artfully- and a calligraphy pen - the kind you have to dip in the ink bottle. The Zen garden came in a box around 3" square, so I don’t know how much room there is to rake - and with the kids around, it’s going to have to stay in the box (while they’re awake, anyway). But it looks cool, and he’s always wanted one.
He told me he had originally gotten me some sexy lingerie, after much time, expense and embarrassment. When he asked the salesperson for size 16, the guy laid a hand on his arm and said “you know, our other store caters more to what you’re looking for,” implying John was a cross-dresser. John told him if he touched him again like that, he hoped the other store was near a hospital (now, now, let’s rein in the violent streak, John). I honestly don’t know whether to laugh or be offended. The guy is basically assuming 1) that anything that large must be for a man, 2) all women must be a size 7. I would expect a guy working in a store like that to be a little more open-minded - or should it be less? Now I’m confusing myself.....(Also, I’d think John is larger than a women’s 16; he’s got pretty big shoulders.) Anyhow, he told me he took it back later, after deciding it was too expensive. Later, he called me at work and told me his dad needs him to come over and move equipment in his garage because he’s expecting some new stuff, and the kids ate the rest of my candy. Romantic!
P. at work organized a Valentine’s Day luncheon. For some reason it was mostly support staff and women; very few of the biologists participated besides V., D. and myself. I brought some potato salad, which hardly anyone touched (I’m not surprised). They actually decorated the lunch room and conference room where we ate. G., the chief admin person, who we all have this impression of as being a fairly straight-laced fiftyish lady, surprised us all by saying a good Valentine’s Day present would be that chocolate body paint; “Paint it on and lick it off.” “G!” we all exclaimed. J ,shocked, said , “that’s like hearing that from my mom!” D. thought it was not so much the paint but the matter of fact way she said it, like painting the living room. G. also suggested getting strawberries, a bowl of whipped cream, renting “9 ½ Weeks” and following suit. I haven’t seen it, but I can imagine. Just goes to show there are always other sides to people we don’t know about! Anyway it was a nice change for lunch.
Oh, and I followed my usual practice of spilling my cup of soda all over the table right before I left. Set it down right on the crack between the tables. V. said she saw it going over in slow motion. I hope it didn’t permanently stain P’s pretty red tablecloth.
He told me he had originally gotten me some sexy lingerie, after much time, expense and embarrassment. When he asked the salesperson for size 16, the guy laid a hand on his arm and said “you know, our other store caters more to what you’re looking for,” implying John was a cross-dresser. John told him if he touched him again like that, he hoped the other store was near a hospital (now, now, let’s rein in the violent streak, John). I honestly don’t know whether to laugh or be offended. The guy is basically assuming 1) that anything that large must be for a man, 2) all women must be a size 7. I would expect a guy working in a store like that to be a little more open-minded - or should it be less? Now I’m confusing myself.....(Also, I’d think John is larger than a women’s 16; he’s got pretty big shoulders.) Anyhow, he told me he took it back later, after deciding it was too expensive. Later, he called me at work and told me his dad needs him to come over and move equipment in his garage because he’s expecting some new stuff, and the kids ate the rest of my candy. Romantic!
P. at work organized a Valentine’s Day luncheon. For some reason it was mostly support staff and women; very few of the biologists participated besides V., D. and myself. I brought some potato salad, which hardly anyone touched (I’m not surprised). They actually decorated the lunch room and conference room where we ate. G., the chief admin person, who we all have this impression of as being a fairly straight-laced fiftyish lady, surprised us all by saying a good Valentine’s Day present would be that chocolate body paint; “Paint it on and lick it off.” “G!” we all exclaimed. J ,shocked, said , “that’s like hearing that from my mom!” D. thought it was not so much the paint but the matter of fact way she said it, like painting the living room. G. also suggested getting strawberries, a bowl of whipped cream, renting “9 ½ Weeks” and following suit. I haven’t seen it, but I can imagine. Just goes to show there are always other sides to people we don’t know about! Anyway it was a nice change for lunch.
Oh, and I followed my usual practice of spilling my cup of soda all over the table right before I left. Set it down right on the crack between the tables. V. said she saw it going over in slow motion. I hope it didn’t permanently stain P’s pretty red tablecloth.
