There is a hostess at Beta Job who I recognized the first time we worked together. "Hiiiiii!" I said, and she looked at me oddly. I asked her if she had another job, and she coolly said that she did not. "That is really weird," I thought, "I wonder if she hasn't told Eclecstasy she works here." I continued to see her at Eclecstasy, where she was her usual warm and friendly self, and at Beta Job, where she treated me like a stranger. Finally today when I greeted her at Beta Job and she was acting all weird and distant, I decided to just call her out on it and be like "hey, it's cool, I told them I work here and they don't have a problem with it so you can stop being weird." So I walked up to her, and right as I opened my mouth I noticed that a small scar on her face had...disappeared?
"Do you by any chance have a twin sister," I asked her instead, and she smiled. "I do, how did you know?" I explained that I worked with her sister at Eclecstasy, and told her what I'd been thinking, and we had a good laugh about it. I feel so much better about life now that the mystery is solved!
I guess that's an occupational hazard of having so many co-workers in various places, though.
In other news, my arm still hurts, but is improving so I'm not worried about it. I definitely won't let the same pharmacist give me the shingles and pneumonia shots I plan to get over the next couple of weeks or my flu shot next year though, just in case! Or maybe I'll get them in the left arm.
Finally, I need to slap my GM at Eclecstasy.* He was going on and on about how great coldpressed green juices are, so when I stopped somewhere that sold them after work today I decided to try the stuff. Seventeen kale leaves, an apple, a pound of spinach, a quarter of an English cucumber, a stalk of celery, a lemon, two inches of fresh ginger, and three dollars later and I had a tall, frothy glass of...well. I think that is probably what spite tastes like. It was SO FOUL. And because I didn't want to waste the three bucks or the nutrition, I drank the whole thing. It almost came back up. YECH! So yeah, cold-pressed green juice is NOT MY THING.
* Not really, of course. Not only is he my boss's boss, but I heart that guy. Since tone isn't always obvious in writing, and I always worry about things I write about work being misinterpreted by the wrong eyeballs, I thought I'd add a disclaimer.