I arrived at work today to what I thought would be a fun-filled day of not being a receptionist. I was supposed to be in the other building all week while our other receptionist trained the new girl. This is where all of my good work friends are, so I was pretty excited. I pulled up to the building, grabbed all of my crap from the front seat, and - after fighting with the locked door with my hands full - set up shop at the desk. Turned on the computer, checked my email ... no new girl. She's sick today ... on her first day! So, I sadly made the trek to the other building, and here I sit. The receptionist once more. Blast.
On a less-sorry-for-myself note, Friday night I randomly went to this bar in Homewood to have drinks with some friends. I walked in and sat down, and after a few minutes decided to go to the bar to order a drink. Who did I walk right past but hot grocery store guy and Montevallo history professor! What the heck! This is meant to be.
PS ... There has been some confusion as to whether hot grocery store guy works at the grocery store, or if he is another happy Publix shopper (Because at Publix shopping is, indeed, a pleasure). He is not a grocer. Just a hot shopper.