More Adventures in Blackberrying

Yesterday I took myself and my blackberry to our 2 o'clock appointment with the help desk. I had requested that my work email be placed on my personal blackberry. I'm still not sure why? I think the reason is because I can. That sounds pretty good.

I run down to the second floor and fly through the door to where the Help office is. Someone is there before me: Hot New Guy. (forevermore known as HNG.)

Now, HNG is quite the anomaly here at work for several reasons: he's hot and he's (as far as our research has shown us) strait. (Okay two reasons). This does not happen very often. In fact, in the year and a half that I have been working here it has NOT happened. HNG has been here for 3 weeks. Have I mentioned he's hot?

Anyway! So I ask him if he's waiting and he waves his work issued blackberry at me and says that he has a 2 o'clock to drop it off to be fixed. He introduces himself and holds out his hand, I reply and to my dismay take his hand, wishing that mere moments earlier I had takes the extra 5 seconds to dry my hand completely rather than letting the rest air dry. THEY WERE CLEAN THOUGH!

He makes small talk, I gauge his height. I'm thinking about 6'1" or 6'2". I came a little above his shoulder, but I was wearing my fuck-off heals, so those put me around 5'9, 5'9.5" so he was a bit taller still. He was cute with the small talk: how long have you been here? Where were you before? He grew up in a town that houses on of the locations of where I used to work. He confessed that he played the trumpet badly in high school and lamented about the fact that he was bad at typing on his blackberry.

We were out of the closed office for about 10 mins trying to debate whether or not we should knock. Another new colleague walked by and as HNG was talking to him, I shot off a quick Blackberry message to amuse my friends up stairs.

"I'm standing outside the office with Hot New Guy." I actually wrote hot new guy, not his actual name.

"Lucky!" came the response from upstairs.

Next thing I knew we decided to knock on the door. It opened and the help lady took our phones.

"Nice to meet you!" He said and took off.

I went back to my desk and declared how cute he was and the girl I had been messaging asked me if I got her message.

"Yes! It said 'Lucky' right?"

"No! The other one when I said "Are you just talking or making out?"

"Oh no! I never got that, it must have come in AFTER they took my phone!" After that we can't stop laughing. This is just going to add to our reputation here at work, but oh well! We got a good laugh out of it.

Besides, what's the worse that could happen? HNG could find out that I find him attractive? I'm sure it wouldn't be a surprise, he HAS to know he's cute.

We kept an eye on the message, but it was never read, and then the Help Lady, (who now needs a new name like "the fuck up lady" or the "completely useless Lady") completely wiped my blackberry.

Everything. Was. Gone. Messages, texts, pictures, emails, folders, setting, vanished.

It had taken me 2 hours to get everything to where I wanted it and in mere minutes she destroyed the whole thing. Needless to say I was agitated, but there was nothing I could do, but start from scratch.

It's up to snuff now.

Except I still don't have my work email on it. SIGH........

New Toy

So I have a new toy that allows me to complete stunning acts such as this one:

"Hane I told you I love my blackberry!? :-) well I do! Fo sho! Haha... -I may also be a little tipsy...- only hope that adds to my charm!

Kate
Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T" (copied and pasted)

Yes.... Lovely isn't it? It was also sent at 10:25 in the evening on Friday. I know you were probably thinking, maybe 1 or 2 in the morning. Nope, 10:25 is the new time for drunk emailing on your brand spanking new Blackberry.

Poor G. I really do feel bad for him, that he is my default for all my stupid behavior. Though that is probably better than sending that stuff to D. I had already made a fool out of myself enough with him that day.

Gosh...Someday I'll be normal, but then would that even be fun?

Stairing at the Ceiling

Sometimes I get in these moods where I can't make a decision to save my life. There are no rhyme or reason to them, just the fact that picking on way or another to go seems physically taxing.

So last night despight the pile of laundry, the shoes that need to be purchased for a wedding this weekend, the gym trip that is desperatley needed, I was flat on my back, still in my work dress stairing at my ceiling.

My mind was whirring, but nothing concrete would stick. It was just easier to lay still until it got too late to conceivably do anything on my list. So that's what I did.

Then I got up, read a magazine cover to cover, made dinner turned on the debate and promptly fell asleep. I was asleep for 10 hours. Maybe that's what my body needed, I feel a whole lot more clear today.

Things are good too! I had a great weekend, work is fine, albiet a little slow (still), I had been feeling good, until I started slacking with the gym again, but I'll get on track again, especially since I started feeling the effects.

I guess I just needed a night off.

Fall-ey

In a bid to do something to celebrate the fall, C suggested we go apple picking. I was in for many reasons: 1) I love fall, 2) I've never been before and 3) I hate having free alone time on the weekends for the most part.

The morning started a little rough when I woke up 15 minutes before I was supposed to meet everyone and by meet everyone, I mean they were all coming to my place. I must say though I thoroughly impressed myself with my speedy primping.

First we were going to my favorite breakfast place in Boston (Somerville) called the Neighborhood. I love it there and I knew that because it was fall their phenomenal pumpkin pancakes would be on the menu. So needless to say we were starting the day off right.

The trip to the farm was such a typical, New England fall drive. We took route 16 which winds its way through the towns of Newton, Wellesly and finally into Natick where the farm was located.

Belkin Family Farm was pretty much a well oiled machine and a profitable one at that, but for my first apple picking experience it was fun, although I don't think i would be able to afford it on a regular basis.

Another rear view for y'all. Please remember I only had 15 minutes to primp today, and apparently that affects the width of my ass.

I managed to some how bring home $16.00 worth of apples, but I don't remember picking that many. I think they were just really heavy!

AAAND the action shot. It was staged if you can't tell. I don't even think there was an apple in that tree.

All in all the day was fun, expensive, but fun, and now I'm pretty sure they will rot in my kitchen, just like the apples I insist on buying from the supermarket EVERY week.

(Photos courtesy of C. because I have not taken the time to upload any pictures that I have taken since I got my camera in May and the battery died the day before apple picking at my nephew's b-day party and I still have not charged it. Yes, I know I'm lazy!)