What Lies Beneath

Deep inside each and every one of us lays a hidden personality, one that only appears when the situation is just right.

Within me lays a smart ass jokester. Sarcastic, mean spirited, an all around trouble making secret side that, when provoked, I unleash upon unsuspecting, unknowing people. My partner in crime knows this side all too well having been on the receiving end of week old dead fish tucked away in his desk drawers and remote control snakes crawling out from beneath his desk. I happen to like this side, however, my most memorable experiences have always happened when the Evil Phoebe was allowed to come out and play.

For Sophia it is her sultry side that stays tucked away, lying in wait for The Water Boy to make his appearance. On Monday's and Friday's he comes, to test the water quality, giving Sophia her weekly dose of eye candy to re-charge her senses. With a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye she'll slowly turn in his direction as he passes by, waving, timing it just right to strike up her usual conversation with the muscle bound hunk as he happens by.

For the receiving girls it's the truckers that get their juices flowing. You can always tell when there is a trucker in their midst, suddenly their voices are near scream levels and competition is thick. Each one trying to outdo the next just to be noticed by the strange man in their territory.

"Hey, wimp, hoist that box up here, will ya?" one receiver yells to the other, flashing a look at Casanova.

"You better watch yourself, I'll punch you in the mouth!" the other receiver yells back.

Casanova just stands there, arm resting on the pallet jack, smile on his lips, knowing full well the show is just for him.

Sophia and I, at times, will sit and watch from our desks as the receiving girls put on the production. The entertainment value is priceless. Not only do we get a first hand view of everyone fighting over physical labor, we learn a few trucker terms to boot.

Just a few weeks ago I heard "you cum guzzling gutter slut" for the first time. Now, you would think the recipient of this fine phrase would have been insulted, but nope! She merely thanked her for noticing.

I'm certain those truckers absolutely love the attention, some more then others. Like, Casanova. The self-proclaimed gift to woman kind, Casanova struts like he's a cock in the hen house, flashing his smile and smooth personality.

On another note: Tommy Lee had to walk out an employee for the first time this morning. Lucky for me, my desk has the perfect vantage point to see who is coming, and who is going. Nothing like a ring side seat for the action. My secret side was hoping to see a little disgruntled employee action, but, nothing happened. She emptied out her desk, put on her coat, and vacated the premises.

The New Guy showed up this morning to chat about last nights episode of 'Desperate Housewives'. His teeth were absolutely caked with food, I was grossed right out. He looked like he had eaten a white bread sandwich only moments before entering my area. I had to divert my attention away from his teeth just to keep myself from growing ill.

My Partner in Crime is having a REALLY bad hair day today. Either he was running really late, or, he had too much fun this morning before work.

Note to the Partner in Crime - It takes more then hairspray to cover up a hair disaster that severe! (Too bad he doesn't read this!)