MorganLaFey: hey, sorry I haven’t been online for a few days
MorganLaFey: things have been really crazy here
MorganLaFey: how is the new job?
WScranton8: not sure?
WScranton8: I mean it’s crazy
WScranton8: but I think I’m used to that now? it’s a job
MorganLaFey: woah, high standards
WScranton8: yeah ;-)
WScranton8: I mean the work is boring
WScranton8: but the people are nuts
WScranton8: it felt like a rollercoaster?
MorganLaFey: tell me about it?
WScranton8: so my boss is exactly as crazy as I thought
WScranton8: and remember, I thought he was crazier than your boss
MorganLaFey: still don’t believe that, but go on
WScranton8: :-P anyway
WScranton8: and most of the rest of them are just as bad
WScranton8: do you remember CantBeetMe? from trivia?
MorganLaFey: the guy who always had to be right?
WScranton8: yeah
WScranton8: so the guy who sits across from me is exactly like that
WScranton8: and since we do the same job and it’s my first week…
MorganLaFey: oh dear
WScranton8: exactly
WScranton8: and there’s this lady who I swear is straight out of American Girl doll books, but like the ones about the bad old days in the 1800s
MorganLaFey: wait wait wait
MorganLaFey: you know American Girl dolls?
MorganLaFey: are you secretly a tween girl?
MorganLaFey: do we need to have an intervention?
WScranton8: :-P I have female relatives
WScranton8: there’s like one normal girl there
WScranton8: and me now, I guess
MorganLaFey: woah now, let’s not get ahead of ourselves
MorganLaFey: who said you were normal? who’s been lying to you? ;-)
WScranton8: ANYWAY
WScranton8: so it’s a madhouse
MorganLaFey: so, did you make any new friends? Beetman? Dollgirl? Normal chick? I know you’re already best friends with the boss :-P
WScranton8: what is this, high school?
MorganLaFey: maybe
MorganLaFey: do you sit at the cool kid’s table and throw food at the geeks?
WScranton8: you know I am a geek
WScranton8: and on the first day I just sat on my own
WScranton8: second day I went out to lunch
WScranton8: that day might have involved food throwing, but I’ll never tell ;-)
WScranton8: and now I just kind of eat when everyone else does I guess
MorganLaFey: why would you have thrown food on the second day?
WScranton8: because I thought I had a date and then I didn’t
WScranton8: not the most fun experience
MorganLaFey: ooooooh tell tell tell
WScranton8: since when do we talk about this stuff, hm?
WScranton8: suffice to say she’s way out of my league and I should have realized she was already taken
MorganLaFey: :-(
WScranton8: yeah
WScranton8: but hey, maybe that’s the new friend you asked about
MorganLaFey: Dollgirl?
WScranton8: No, normal chick
WScranton8: she’s pretty awesome, actually
MorganLaFey: she must be to be “out of your league”
WScranton8: she is
Jim stopped typing for a moment. The urge to unload his frustration to Morgan was high, but he also knew that he was very close to one of those areas they never talked about: their love lives. And particularly the fact that he was head over heels for this girl he’d never met—and that she clearly didn’t feel the same way about him. After all, it was her dating life—and his reaction to it—that had pushed the conversation to the point where they couldn’t be civil, and made them stop talking about their relationships at all. He hadn’t become a monk or anything; he’d gone on dates throughout college, and even had a couple of relationships long enough to stop counting the number of dates. But he hadn’t had anything really serious, and he was pretty sure she had. Which was another reason they didn’t really talk about this sort of stuff. He’d gotten really used to it, trying to date while knowing there was a wonderful woman he already knew who wasn’t interested in him. For a moment at Cugino’s he’d thought he’d finally had a breakthrough: here was a beautiful, hilarious woman who was actually out on a date with him! But then she’d mentioned “my fiancé, Roy,” and he’d noticed the little ring on her left finger (idiot!) and he’d only barely managed to avoid blurting out a number of obscenities as he realized he’d once again fallen into the trap. It was like he was a magnet for emotional pain.
He almost said what he was thinking—actually typed the words out, “she reminds me of you”—and then he chickened out. He knew that she’d ask why, and he’d have to answer, and their carefully constructed relationship might fall apart. So he deleted it and changed the subject.
WScranton8: so that’s my new job
WScranton8: what about you? anything new and exciting?
Pam looked at her screen in disbelief. She knew—knew—he hadn’t taken that long just to type that. There had to have been something more. But she wasn’t going to pry; they’d already strayed far into territory where they usually wouldn’t tread. After all, she still hadn’t told him she was engaged. What business did she have asking about his potential dates—much less failed ones that must be bothering him more than he’d let on. So she’d let him off the hook, this time. But she was certainly going to check in with him more in the next few weeks; it seemed like he needed a friend.
MorganLaFey: somethings new, nothing too exciting
MorganLaFey: my boss has been particularly crazy this week
MorganLaFey: keeping me super late for minor things, basically acting like a frat boy in a 40 year old’s body
MorganLaFey: and I have to clean up a lot of his messes, which is why I haven’t been on (sorry again!)
WScranton8: no worries
WScranton8: I’ve had some late nights at work too
WScranton8: this is actually my first night on since I started ;-)
MorganLaFey: lol
MorganLaFey: I guess you know how it is then :-)
WScranton8: yeah
WScranton8: so, want to unwind with some art history? I think there’s a game in TriviaZone on Art and Music tonight
WScranton8: we could tag-team
MorganLaFey: that sounds wonderful
MorganLaFey: but no bagging this time
WScranton8: aww :-P
MorganLaFey: :-)
