One magical day, Andyi skipped her morning Kona blended coffee and actually got to work on time. There were interviews
that morning and she knew her boss would actually be in house. She settled in for shift exchange and proceeded to volunteer
for as much case work as possible because, frankly, after only six months she'd had enough of those pesky kids.
As the multi-tasking queen got to work calling parents, social workers, verifying intake paperwork, and checking her
e-mail one would think there weren't enough compartments left in her easily distracted brain to take note of the non-officer
adults making their way through the main room to the game area.
Alas, without her self-medicating caffeine, she was able to continue to be easily distracted from her projects at hand
and look up just in time to see this attractive, sporty looking, woman with short spiked bleach blond hair and about a dozen
earrings walk through the room.
"Fuzzy aura, slow motion, FIREWORKS, and three or four different Ani Difranco songs frustratingly blended together...wait,
are the clients watching Jerry Springer without me?"
Later that day her soon to be supervisor (whom she trained BTW) popped into the office seeking opinions on a "couple
of way over-qualified gals". Andyi remained professional until her disgruntled coworker left the room, then launched
into a free for all inquiry about the "short haired one".
Cut to more than one year, several unsuccessful attempts to engage in non-work based conversation pre-shift exchange,
a shift training which occured during graveyard shift when 10 hours of nothing to do but talking where a big vast milky
way level hole of no conversation took place, some minor stalking, some e-mails, and finally an invite to Andyi's birthday
later...and they finally had their first date...
