Friendship.

Well, I am at work… I showed up after all. I was really tempted to wear my PJ’s but felt that wasn’t appropriate for a post office. Plus, I think I would have been sent back home. Not that that would have been a bad thing.

Something I rarely - actually I never - talk about is the people I work with. One special person I work with is this pretty dorky girl who I call RoRo, she is kind of like my boss, but also one of my best friends.

We have such an unusual friendship. And it’s not because she is my boss, but because we are so candid with each other. We are absolutely uncensored in each others presence. If it has happened to her, she has no problems telling me… and I do the same with her. I even went with her - and sat in the room - when she got her first Brazilian wax. I was her support team! Let me tell you though, there are very few women on the planet I would have done that for.

She is younger than me but it has never plaed a factor in anything. We have walked the same steps in so many situations. We both lived our lives as anorexics, battling with the right to have control in SOME aspect of our lives. We have dealt with past abuse. Childhood traumas. I’m adopted, she was in foster care. You know, just things like that that make us more relatable to each other.

She is one of those people who accepts her faults and lets me pick on them. And she does the same to me. We are constantly taking jabs at each other… calling each other names. I make fun of her accent, she makes fun of mine. She loves to say things to shock me… just to see the look of disgust on my face. She has this loooooooooooud, I’d even call it a boisterous laugh I would probably hate coming from anyone else. She is really clumsy too. She once broke her toe because she dropped a jar of pickles on it. Today she is hoping around here because she stubbed her pinky toe on a door and then fell face first into the floor. Genius eh?

Working with her is usually a barrel of fun. We can just give each other a look and fall to pieces laughing. Customers don’t know what to make of us, that’s for sure. Sometimes we play fight and insult each other, and they actually think we are serious. A donkey would know we are being sarcastic. Shows you how stupid rich people can be. (I think I might have some deep issues with “people with money in Texas”. I’ll cover that in another post.)

If it weren’t for her, I would probably hate my job. Or like it a lot less than I do. She makes it bearable and a lot of fun. It’s nice to be around people you can be real with. So when a customer makes me mad I can wish death upon them and she will laugh and understand. 

Now that you know who she is, I can devote more time to picking on her on the World Wide Web for all to see!

Ok…. I was about to close this post and go back to work… and this whench just came in and announced she had sex over her lunch hour. See? Oh wait, she ate sushi and then got boinked. My bad.

I tell ya, the stuff I have to put up with.

I still love her though.