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........
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