2.19.2008

Moleh Moleh Moleh

Yesterday a girl who looked pretty much identical to this came to our Medibank Private counter to make a payment.

My attention only briefly caught by her pink plastic sandals and astonishing familiarity in appearance, I returned to whatever task I was delegated at the time.

After a few minutes I looked up to see her stomp away. I can't put it into words, but it was most hilarious. I mean I've seen some exits in my time, but this ... this is just something else.

I feel sort of mean. But come on, she looked like Moleman. Jez would have laughed. I get my mean streak from him. He constantly pokes fun at fat people. That's worse, right? Right?

For someone who thought she was the least-liked person in the workplace, I was on the receiving end of what I took as a major compliment when Mirjana complained after I helped her process about fifteen scripts during a particularly busy lunch-hour.

"What am I going to do when you're gone?"

I laughed and told her she has Ismat. She sighed. "But nobody types as fast as you."

And nobody forgets to give change as often as me. Neither does anybody accidentally process one person's script under another's name. But that aside, I do type rather speedily.

Jez is annoyed with me. I make him twitch (with jealousy) too often and rack my brains as I might but aside from befriending Yongfook (whose website he visits far more often than I do) on Facebook I can't think of what horrible deeds I've done to cause this.

I might be a nut for feeling an unexpected rush of affection for him. Why? Because possibly due to being on the other side of a closed vault, he's actually talking to me.

For somebody else I might shrug say "so what", but this is Jez. Jez is dumb when upset. Dumb in the medical sense. I never would have thought myself the type to see the brighter side, the silver lining, the good in people, yada yada yada, but I'm more appreciative of the fact that my boy is opening up to me about his sooking than upset or angry that he's sooking in the first place.
I've laughed at people who were so over-their-heads in love that they were almost another entire species. Now I'm afraid I've become one of them.

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