I am sitting at the computer on my break, getting some work done...and out of the corner of my eye I see him watching me. Not an in an creepy way, but like he is dumbfounded or lost in thought. Just watching.

"Miss Jaime, I have a question to ask you." He says this like it is a matter of life or death. The thoughts that come into my head then are far fetched and out there - but how often do you have a 12 year old come up to you and with one sentnece make you feel like your whole life is going to be broadcasted and judged. I was expectin a deeply personal and inappropriate question to be asked...something where I was going to have to be quick witted and wise. I am fantastic at bull shitting my way through things...but suddenly, I am feely nervous, hands clammy and stomach dropping.

"How do you type so fast?" Thats's it! That was the million dollar question! I just about fell off my chair. He walked away before I could even manage an answer. It was like he was awe struck at seeing someone type with any sort of speed. I am not the fastest typer to ever use a computer, but considering I peck at the computer... you'd be amazed.

Look at that 2 smiles in one day. First a valentine, and then Paul Andrew. God I love my job.  ¶ 8:31 PM