Friday, August 22, 2008

The Creep-O-Meter

Being sceeeved out at a party last year over too many glasses of vino and unnecessary professional closeness and unwanted touching warranted the term Creepy Guy. Creepy Guy frequents the street more than he should (Level 3 on the meter) assuming I’m the resident admin and that I keep everyone’s calendar. But nothing makes my skin crawl more than Creepy Guy asking the local northerners finding out what town I live in to try to carpool with me to work. Ewwwww…da’ nerve – but I am glad I am where I am now even if its far away from where all the action is – for now.

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