That was said to me one day after I told him to shut up when he kept going on about how he slept with a customer.
…I keep all these treasures in piles of scrap paper. Here’s one from last month. I was making something, maybe wrapping for the cold cut case, and Sean came up behind me.
Gag.
Yesterday I was sitting outside on my lunch break and sean randomly came outside on a break and started annoying me. I ignored him as much as possible so he finally said this and walked away.
Sean: I wasn’t an only child, that’s why I act like this. We all had to fight for attention.
Yet another day he decided to annoy me.
Sean: I’m talking to you cause you’re so beautiful and attractive. I put my heart out there and you step on it.
This one time the term “deja vu” was being debated in the deli. One person mentioned it, and someone else didnt understand it, so everyone tried explaining it differently.
I had Sean write down his version for me:
So a deja vu is when I hittin’ it from the back and I make you cum because you were thinking about it.
Sorry Sean, FAIL.
I went on a “vacation” for three days. I’ve never had a job long enough to get a vacation, so working at the deli for one year consequtively earned me 12 entire hours of vacation. that’s like one and a half days. So even though everyone else took at least a week vacation, even though they had the same or slightly more vacation hours than i, I ended up with three days.
Before I went on my “vacation” (which was really me just cleaning up the house and drinking Bailey’s in my bedroom) Sean said to me that he wanted to hear some stories when I came back. He wanted to hear that I “got laid” and “gave blowjobs” ….. Yes, he really said that.
When I came back from vacation, Sean told me numerous times that he missed me, and took a scan gun and shot it at my tits. I don’t know the point of that, except for him to be staring at my breasts.
One day in the beginning of November, Sean was drinking Orange soda and dipping a grape lollipop into it. The relevance of me sharing this information is to be debated.
I overheard the guys at work talking about their names, and they call each other “brother E” and “brother S” sometimes. Once, Sean said about this: I’m an S. I’m an S&M.”
Sean is growing out his hair, and it reminds me of a chocolate q-tip. So I asked him today why he’s growing it out, it looks stupid.
This is what he had to say:
