Quick! Gotta get this post in before midnight or I wont be able to update tomorrow.
This will only be a small bump as once again, nothing has happened in my life worthy of note. I mean, stuff happened…oh wait! S*it! (literally just remembered!) Got a story about a girl and I guess I’ll tell it here! It’s very VERY early days but I made baby steps…
OK. So I’m at work (I work in a very large company) and a week or so before Christmas I was getting changed from my suit to riding gear to ride home (on a pushbike, not a horse or anything like that… although riding to work on a horse in the centre of London would be dope as fuq!) and I think I left my cuff-links on my desk and when I returned the next day, they had gone.
I thought they had been stolen and while MASSIVELY P*SSED OFF, resigned to the fact they were now gone.
Anyway, today I thought to myself “Ill just check to see if they were handed in…” partly because they were my favourite cuff-links but also because they were these:
…so yeah, you can see why I was annoyed.
I make my way to the lift and down to the front desk to be greeted by not one but TWO hotties. One was hotter than the other to be fair and brunette (I’m more of an “alive” kinda guy myself and if they are, then brunette is my thing) so I ask about the cuff-links.
The blonde phones the control room and informs them I have lost a set of “Mont Blanc Hand-cuffs”… yeah, “hand-cuffs”.
“Oh how we laughed…” What a “Josh” and “Jape” we had at that little faux pa (I mean come on… it wasn’t actually funny unless you are an idiot but they were laughing and I didn’t want them to know I thought it was a stupid mistake) so I laughed along with them… No joy. They were gone.
OK, well at least Ive had some face time with some cuties and the brunette seems to be flirting a little (who can blame her really) so all good.
I get upstairs and one of the guys is leaving and has brought in some Ferrero Rocher. For those of you that don’t know, Ferrero Rocher are beautiful little hazelnuts covered in wafer and a crispy chocolate topping covered in crushed hazelnuts… they are amazing; lets just leave it there.
So, thinking on my feet, I grab two and slowly pass the time I don’t know… a mix of working and talking in SLACK (because of my role at work I don’t have any restrictions on internet access).
Then, at the end of the day, as I’m walking past the reception, I “fake” turn back, go up to the desk and present them with the chocolates…
“Oh, some guy was leaving today and brought them in… thought I should say ‘thanks’ for checking to see if my ‘totally have them for legitimate work-related reasons’ hand-cuffs had been handed in”.
Oh how they giggled again and I felt a million dollars (I didn’t actually, it wasn’t funny the first time and the second time a bit of sick came up in my mouth). As I turn to leave, I glance back purposefully at the brunette to make eye contact and leave it there just long enough to let her know it wasn’t an accident but quick enough that if any HR reps were about they had s*it on me!
She smiled and looked down… then back up, smiled again, then looked away in a kinda (I’m on reception and shy… what do you want me to do?" kinda way…