With an "S" on my Chest - Super Spinster!

Thanks Lou for noticing I was missing. :-) I have not updated for the week and sadly it is not due to anything exciting. Just work. This week has been more of the same - early mornings, late evenings, and it also included early Saturday morning to late Saturday evening. Work, not play. So I am just about to take a shower and head to the supermarket to do my weekly chicken breast feel-up and hope that the stuff you see in movies can maybe happen to me - some hot stud shopping for melons or dog food will give me his number as I decided on beef or chicken for this week's lunches.

Remember how annoyed I used to be when my former boss would try to be all up in my personal life and would pose the why aren't you married, when are you going to get married, when are you going to have kids questions?

Well, I swear to you - when I go to work, I go TO WORK. I don't go to work and lay out my baggage to anyone who would listen. I talk about work and if I meander into the realm of non-work - news, movies, sports etc. I park all my personal baggage outside the door and leave it there. I am clinical to a fault with co-workers.

- How was your weekend, Tamale?

- It was cool.

No, well, I went out with X and we ate Y and I wore Z. Just, it was cool. I keep telling people I am very private when I need to be and I keep non-work stuff out of the way at the office.

But clearly I must have a look, or maybe because the words "boyfriend" and "husband" do not come out of my mouth at least 40 times a day like the other women in the office, as they gab about everything to anyone, cause I went to my manager with an invoice to be approved on Tuesday, looking real special in my new outfit, and she somehow went from invoice to dating and Person X thought she would not get married either and one day she just met the right guy, just like that. And I had to hear her personal testimony too. And I sat and I smiled and did not confirm or deny anything related to my life. But I got the gospel anyway.

I am far too pretty to not have a boyfriend and she understands that the man pool is small and shallow but she met her husband when she least expected it, and just like that she re-married when she thought she would never marry again...blah blah blah. And she knows my hours make it impossible but I have to try.

I would have preferred, "I can let you leave earlier or work from home sometimes so you can go out man-hunting cause I am so concerned." But in the real world, one is simply nosy and never offers any constructive solutions.

I dunno nah...maybe I should just sit on a street corner with a pan and a sign that says "Help the Spinster" and collect donations or phone numbers while ringing my charity bell.