Lupita part Tres. I'm still scared while typing this..

So, here I am at the office still trying to pack away some boxes... when lo' and behold, Lupita shows up.

I should have known.  I was hoping to get everything packed up, but one of the clients called and I didn't want to sound unprofessional with me grunting and heaving over boxes while he's asking me questions. 

I thought about coming by the next day, but I knew I wouldn't have any time to do it since I'd spend most of my day transitioning accounts to my old co-workers.

So here's basically how the conversation goes:

Lupita: Oh! (she begins to suck on her candy furiously.)

Me: Oh hey, Lupita.

Lupita: Dee you get my note?

Me: Yes, I did.  Thank you for your compliments.

Lupita: (smiles.. and slowly dislodges whatever nasty candy from the gap of her mouth).  I like you.

Me: Oh. Well.. uh (Lupita begins to inch closer to me.  I take a step back).

Lupita: I like you.  (She smiles and I'm reminded of a Jack O' Lantern...)

Me: Uh.. yeah.  Thank you.  But.. But...

Lupita:  But what?!  (She begins to seethe.  She obviously thinks I'm playing games with her).  I know you like me.  I see you look at me. I know. I know. 

Me: I'm not playing games Lupita.  I'm really not playing games!  (I'm trying to figure an exit strategy, but I'm somewhat cornered). 

She literally had her arms at her hips with that butter scotch candy furiously going in and out of that gap.

There was an awkward silence and I began to accept fate.  If I was going down, then so be it.

My phone went off.  Lupita and I both looked at my phone. 

Vibrating. 

It was my mom. 

My freaking mom saved my ass. I quickly picked it up and I began to head out. 

Me: Hi mom?  How are you doing?

Mom: You know, you didn't go to jury duty right?

Me:  Oh no way mom!  Really?  That's such a shame.  (As I walk out of my office, I pick up a box and look at Lupita).  I'm sorry, but I think you got it all wrong.  I'm not interested.  But, mind if you lock up after you're done cleaning? Thanks, bye!


I didn't bother turning around.  I just bee-lined it to my car and took off.  I wanted to make sure she didn't know what car I drove as well. 


I'm kind of paranoid of what may happen tomorrow morning.  Who knows, she might leave a steaming pile of poop on my desk...

Whoa.. such positive responses of Lupita. PART DEUX

So here we go.  I really do hate to burst your bubbles, but I haven't taken a picture of her.  But, what I did as a consolation prize is take a picture of the note she left me.
Let's first take a look see on what she wrote:

Ok.  It's getting borderline creepy here. 

I forgive you.
You are special to me.
You know me.
I like you.
I maek (not my spelling error) you like me.
We talk later.
Ok?



....

So I didn't really stay at work the other night and went home for the day early.  I came back the next morning (the other day) and I saw this written on one of my notepads.  I'll be honest.  I was pretty scared.  So again, instead of working in my office, I took off like a bat out of hell. 

And what the hell is this, "I forgive you" bullcrap?!  Forgive me for what?  I wasn't too clear on this.
I get the whole you're special to me.  I mean.. she would suck so furiously on those butterscotches when she was talking to me..
"You know me" bit was a bit awkward.  I would chat with her, but I wouldn't ask her about her likes and dislikes.  Hell .. for all I know she might be allergic to peanuts.. I don't know you LUPITA.
"I like you" bit was pretty self explanatory.
"I maek you like me" was just scary.  So.. are you going to take advantage of me while I'm crunching on some numbers?  Are you going to knock me out with one of your mops and start french kissing me with what's left of your teeth and smearing me with butterscotch (I do have a vivid imagination.  It's a curse and a blessing).
"We talk later" Not if I can help it.  But I'm kind of worried here.  I wasn't exactly sure how to pinpoint her schedule so I'm scared she just might drop on by and corner me in my office with Mexican candy or maybe even worse..physically touch me.



In other news. I managed to work out a job interview with one of these recruiting agencies.  I'm really hoping I can see some opportunity there.  Wonder how I'm going to pull this one off when I have to be at work by 9am and the interview is at 9:45am..




....I still can't over the whole sniffing my clothes bit. 

Lupita responds...hahaha

Well what do you know.. it was her after all.

I'll take a picture of it in my next post since I'm an idiot and left it at the office. I think you guys will be amazed at the crap she tried to pull on me. It wasn't classy nor was it dignified..

Jesus, I need to find another job that will give me the down time to work on my GMATS. I've been applying like crazy. One of them was to a gaming company that synonymous to Winter and also I have an interview lined up with some job recruiter place. I really hope I can pull this off. The pay that I get right now would make any migrant worker laugh at me... yes. It's that sad.