I have decided to dub the girl who works in another department -but very close to me- Lady Criesalot.
She is a relatively sweet girl [although, sometimes, the sorority-girl-snob in her rears its ugly head, and sometimes she just acts like a complete cheeseball] of about 23, but she cries. At work. A lot. And usually in front of me.
Come to think of it, every single time she cries, it’s about a guy.
At first, it was her insanely tall and very goofy-looking boyfriend. Then, the athlete guy she began dating once ITAVG-LBF dumped her after two and a half years of dating.
Then, it was her dad, because he was being a jerk on the phone.
And countless other times, it’s been her rehashing her relationship with ITAVG-LBF.
Yesterday morning, it was because athlete-boy is leaving.
I went into Lady Criesalot’s office to get help with untangling my fresh-from-the-shower hair from the hair elastic I had in it.
As I was turned from LC with her hands all in my hair, I asked, “Are you okay? Your eyes are red.”
She pauses, then whispers, “yeah”. I knew she was about to cry.
Because she always talks in whispers when she’s on the verge of tears. Not to mention, her lips turn down in what looks like a mock pouty-lip child’s face, but she’s really doing it.
The first time she did it, I almost laughed because I seriously thought she was joking.
This morning, she came into my office saying, “Do I smell like smoke?” as she began to come around to my side of my desk.
I absolutely abhor cigarette smoke in even the smallest amount, and she was about to come stick herself in my face so I could get a whiff of it.
I said, “Um, I don’t want to smell it.” (Was that mean?)
She left my office after that.
I wonder where she went.
Probably sitting in her office, whispering and crying.