I press it to my lips.
I take a healthy bite
From your dainty fingertips.
My joy would be complete, dear,
If you were only here,
But still I keep your hand
As a precious souvenir.
The night you died I cut it off,
I really don't know why.
For now each time I kiss it
I get bloodstains on my tie.
I'm sorry now I killed you,
For our love was something fine,
And till they come to get me
I shall hold your hand in mine.
--Unknown
She has this dyed, red hair that looks two-tone because it is growing out. You know, like Katie Holmes currently (maybe it's fixed now) has.
Every time I go down for a smoke break or I leave work or anything that constitutes stepping outside of the building, she is there. She follows you or heads directly towards you and traps you. And will begin talking to you like she has been stranded on a desert island for the past 12 years and the only thing she has had to talk to was a Wilson Volleyball.
Who is to protect you from the protecters? No, wait, that's not how it goes. "Who watches the watchers?" How am I supposed to function outside of the office if I am being stalked by insano-gal? "Sleep peacefully, my child, for the Watchers are watching" How am I supposed to sleep peacefully with these watchers?
Then there was this other security guard who had a crush on me. He was old enough to be my grandfather and he was gross! I don't know why he thought I would be attracted to him? His actions bordered on sexual harrassment. Every morning he would say how pretty I looked and how I was so beautiful. Whenever it would rain, he would walk me to my car with his umbrella. Creepy!
And on Valentine's day, someone left on my car a small bag with a stuffed heart inside saying "Guess Who!" on the card. EYUGH!! I don't want to know!.
I wonder if she is reading this because the other day, each time she saw me, she was all "You running away from me?", joking-like, you know? And then she tells me the story behind her missing teeth. Maybe WW is telling her because I showed him this webpage and he didn't necessarily approve.
On an upnote, I have been able to put up with Kathy a lot more since starting this. Turtle . . . not so much. She is getting frustrated with Kathy entirely. I tell her it's because she doesn't have an outlet and she needs to write some stuff for here.
If she brings me cigarettes, I will love her forever. Am I so easily bought? I don't know. I don't care. I'm getting a free pack of cigarettes!!!!