Office hours.

Perhaps it’s because I’m weird as I am, I actually pay a lot of attention to the things that happens (or happened) for the first time.

He is not someone whom I’ve taken a fancy on recently, nor am I very close to him in any way. Just the typical fellow colleague-kind of relationship. We only talk when there’s a need to since I am helping him out with this massive data-entry work (which drives me nuts, up and down the wall, all the time) and sometimes over lunch time since it’s only polite and nice to make small talks, no?

It only occurred to me that before that very first time, he hasn’t called out for me before. It came as a shock to me when I hear my ever-so-common (but a name that I am always thankful for) name coming from him. It was.. surprisingly, in a way that I can’t even tell if it’s in a good or a bad way.

It really made me realize how much the first of anything meant so much, especially to me.

Anyway, I will do another proper entry for the start of June. This is Cheryl, hailing from the office with shifty lenses that is so horrible that it probably will make a grown man weep, typing on M.Word to avoid unwanted attention and have earphones plugged, tuning in to NRJ French.

I have two more hours till my day in the office ends.

Hope your Thursday’s treating you well enough.
Back to mindless data-entry.

Tillagain.