derrick, much?

Um, whoa. So I’m not sure if this is the karma monster coming to get me, or what. But yikes.

PS-whadda you know, there’s a song called karma monster!!!

So there’s this new guy at work—let’s call him Sherlock. Seems pretty nice—even a little too nice—but still nice. Perhaps a bit odd ‘cause he uses smiley faces in work related emails, maybe a little over-interested in others—but he’s new, and he seems pretty smart, and he is like a ten-years older blonde Derrick Oneal. Creeps. Me. The. F*ck. Out.

Creeps.

I emailed a co-worker a link to our TU grad pics for the ChE dept, and she saw it. But it’s more than just appearances—it’s mannerisms and things he says, e.g. “because he’s the big boss man.” So friggin weird.

And then I almost collided with a man on a motorcycle today. He was speeeeeeeeding. And when I tried to change lanes he actually sped up. I had my turn signal on for ten whole seconds before I moved, and this man sped up into my blind spot. Yikes. He then zipped around me into the other lane, gave me an exasperated hand wave while he passed me and then wove through cars. Bet his name was Derek. Or Derrick. Or Derik. Or Derrek. Or something. Because I haven't met a Derrick that I like--at least not one that I don't come to dislike eventually.

And even more karma monster attacks--yesterday while baking my mom’s pizza on my brand new pizza stone the olive oil I’d used to “season” the stone ran EVERYWHERE, and now my oven is dirty dirty dirty.

Hopefully tomorrow, Friday the 13th, will be better.

knock on wood. particle board. plastic. whatever.