Round And Round It Goes

And here I am again,
boys and girls.

Now if you've read my last
post, then you know how I feel
about one particular colleague.

If you haven't read my last
post, well, go bite down on
a chipmunk's rear end.

I don't know why I said that.
It's not even funny.
I must be losing my mind.
Then again, I AM working at HSBC...

Anyway, I'm still friendly
with that girl.
Don't misunderstand now.
She's not my friend,
but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop being civil.

Like Sally, the girl who looks like a pixie.
That's a compliment, by the way.

We're friendly with each other,
and I even have her number.
But we are not friends.

Get it?
Good.
Now take it home,
and chew on it.

So yeah,
I'll continue talking with the
girl if and when I want to...
but of course,
we are not, and cannot be friends.

After observing her for yet another day...
yeah, for now at least,
we are colleagues and that's it.

Sally.
Ah yes.
The pixie.
If it were any other girl,
believe me, I'd be pissed...
or at least, seriously annoyed with her.

There's just something about that girl.

I get the impression
that even when she talks to me like
I'm some idiot,
she actually means well.

It's that damn sincerity,
and her innocent-looking as well as pixie-like face.

Plus, she also helps me with my work.
A lot.
So I kinda owe her.

Yep.
She's definitely special.
So if I ever manage to get my
hands on an AK-47 and
walk into the office with it,
she'll be the last person
I shoot.

Um, there's a reason she'd be the final victim, ma'am.

You won't be one
because you'd just walk up to me,
call me an "idiot",
make me drop the weapon,
and then smack me.

And in case
any of you were wondering- you know,
assuming you have the mental capacity to do so-
I am NOT into the pixie.

Gals from Singapore are bad enough
in general...
but I'd have to be TOTALLY insane
to want to end up with one from HSBC.

And I'm only borderline crazy.

Well,
enough of that.