Standby. I just might be on my way to work friends.
I know. I just dropped a bombshell on you. I should back up.
When I first started at this job, my boss Sharon took me around on a tour of our office, which spans the 8th floor (my floor) and the 7th floor. I met two girls on my whirlwind 7th floor tour that seemed my age, which made me hopeful because I am on the perpetual friend hunt. Problem is, I have no reason to ever go down on the 7th floor and our duties ensure we never cross paths. And truth be told, I forgot about them.
Last week, however, I was on our company Intranet page where we have the staff birthdays listed. I saw it was one of those girls’ birthdays so I sent her a friendly happy birthday e-mail. She replied with a nice note that included “I’m embarrassed you’ve been here for a few months and I haven’t stopped by! Want to go out to lunch with us next week?”
Always cool, calm and collected, my reply was something like this:
EEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!111 OMG TOTES YES11!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!11!!!!!1!!!!!! THANK YOU SOOOOOOOO MUCHHH NEW BFF AEAEAEAEAEAE *~*~*~*~
Okay it wasn’t quite like that. But close.
Three other girls from the 7th floor joined us, and it was great. They’re nice. They live near me. We have a few similar interests. They’re my age (well, all but one who is married and having a baby, but she’s still awesome. We got to make fun of Kim Kardashian’s horrible pregnancy style which will always bond anyone).
And at the end, they said “We’ll definitely have to do this again.” So exciting! It feels so good to think that I’m finally making some headway in regards to fitting in socially here.
That’s enough words. Bring out the Beyonce.
HAPPY FRIDAY :)!