Head Over Feet

Tonight. What can I say about tonight? Well, it was eventful. Let's put it that way. Earlier in the day, I went and got a haircut...which I really like because it's short and light and breezy and makes me happy. I was watching the Smallville finale tonight and someone called me. They needed me at work. So I finished up Smallville and headed off to work. I get to work and there are three guys in the command center...two guys I know and work with, and one guy I've never seen before. The mystery guy turns out to be a new guy they hired and will be going with us on the case. Samantha is happy about this. As soon as I walk in the door, the guys I know start freaking out about my hair. They love it and they're making a big deal about it, and what girl doesn't enjoy that? Especially in front of the new guy. Because did I mention? The new guy is hot.

The new guy is young. And hot. And has nice arms. And TALL (which several of you know is my #1 favorite thing in the world.) The new guy actually may be younger than me, but not by much and at this point in my life, I really don't care. So, we go on the case, I show the new guy all kinds of fun tricks. I stare at him a lot, so when I see that he's confused about something, I go ahead and explain whatever it is to him. He responds by smiling and saying, "You read my mind." I didn't want to respond with, "No...I just keep checking you out." So I decided to just smile back. Keep in mind...I don't want to date this kid...I just enjoy flirting with him. Because, did I mention? He's hot.

And here's where you learn why Samantha is perpetually date-less. We're leaving work, and we're carrying some of our equipment down some stairs. New boy grabs one side of a large piece of equipment, and I grab the other. We start to go down the stairs (Samantha walking backwards) and what do I do? Oh yes. Yes I do. I fall. Backwards. Down the stairs. In front of new boy. Not only that, I usually get right up after I fall and shake it off and pretend like nothing happened. Nope. Of course, this would be the night that I actually hurt myself. One of my co-workers had to give me a piggy-back ride to the van. I knew I was going to hurt myself at work eventually, but I honestly didn't see a fall down the stairs coming. So, I limped around the rest of the night...the team leader had to file an incident report, and I have a huge knot on my leg where it hit a concrete stair. I swear. I have no manner of luck at all. Laters.