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Really trying, but my co-workers aren't helping.
I'm bi, and most of the people I work with know this, and completely accept me. However they do tease me about it just to see my face turn very, very red.
Most of the time the cause of red face-ness are accidents that they go off with. Like this Saturday. We were out of the two-way radios we must wear to communicate with each other.
I had a customer ask a question I knew the answer to but she wanted to hear from a manager. So I flagged down one of the newbies with a walkie and asked her to rely the question and answer.
She thought it would be easier to stand very close to me and have me talk into her mic, which is pinned to her shirt.
So there I am leaning into her chest, which she kindly pushed out towards me,and she placed her arm around me to support me, and all I can think is "Don't motor boat the 19 year old"
I'm fairly certain my message came out garbled and confusing, cause all the blood had left my brain and rushed to my cheeks .
Another co-work witnessed this encounter and later we had this convo.
CW2: Soooo, what was that
Me: I-I-I-I don't know, I think I blacked out for a moment.
CW2: It sounded like it. Does she know you're?
Me: No! She just started 3 weeks ago. What, you think I go around to all the new hire and introduce myself as Word the lessie?
CW2 :
That would be awesome if you did
Me: Stop laughing.
CW2: She does know she was....
Me: Baiting the vag-etarian? No she doesn't and you're not going to tell her. Save her the embarrassment. If she stays past the holidays she'll figure it out.
At least one of the guys has stopped vag blocking me when I try to pick up some of the customers.
I'm bi, and most of the people I work with know this, and completely accept me. However they do tease me about it just to see my face turn very, very red.
Most of the time the cause of red face-ness are accidents that they go off with. Like this Saturday. We were out of the two-way radios we must wear to communicate with each other.
I had a customer ask a question I knew the answer to but she wanted to hear from a manager. So I flagged down one of the newbies with a walkie and asked her to rely the question and answer.
She thought it would be easier to stand very close to me and have me talk into her mic, which is pinned to her shirt.
So there I am leaning into her chest, which she kindly pushed out towards me,and she placed her arm around me to support me, and all I can think is "Don't motor boat the 19 year old"
I'm fairly certain my message came out garbled and confusing, cause all the blood had left my brain and rushed to my cheeks .
Another co-work witnessed this encounter and later we had this convo.
CW2: Soooo, what was that
Me: I-I-I-I don't know, I think I blacked out for a moment.
CW2: It sounded like it. Does she know you're?
Me: No! She just started 3 weeks ago. What, you think I go around to all the new hire and introduce myself as Word the lessie?
CW2 :
That would be awesome if you didMe: Stop laughing.
CW2: She does know she was....
Me: Baiting the vag-etarian? No she doesn't and you're not going to tell her. Save her the embarrassment. If she stays past the holidays she'll figure it out.
At least one of the guys has stopped vag blocking me when I try to pick up some of the customers.
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