While I was sitting at my computer at work today, having my coffee and gazing out the window, I had a wee ‘moment’.  Everyday I see certain things during my workday that tend to repeat themselves over the weeks and months….  here’s a taste of what some of them are for me:

• The guy who walks past my window at round 10-11am every day on his way to Baker Boys to get a pie or some such bakery thing, wearing trackpants that are too short, sneakers, and more often then not a skivvy that is tucked into his trackpants (which are pulled up way too high) so I have dubbed him “Trackpant Guy Who Needs To Go Grocery Shopping Instead Of Living Off Baker Boys”.
• The woman who comes into our office, I think maybe twice a week, to collect the stamps from our mail – I think she uses them for a crafty class or something but over the past 18months that I’ve worked where I do the number of stamps have majorly declined – way to go pre-pay envelopes/DX Mail etc! I have dubbed her “Stamp Lady Who Will Soon Be Out Of A Job”
• The older gentleman who walks past sporadically with his mate the black dog (who looks like he’s actually pulling the old man along haha). I have dubbed him “Old Man With Dog”
• The young guy who walks past with a backpack over one shoulder, until he gets to the lamp-post in front of my window and then he starts running.  Until the next driveway – then he starts walking again. This happens exactly like this EVERY day. I have dubbed him “Young Guy Who Has A Strict Routine When It Comes To Running And Walking”
• The lady with the 4-door Rav4 who parks outside my window on the street (too close to our driveway I might add) at round 8.45am and walks down the street to god-knows-where. “Rav4 Lady Who Parks In Dumbass Places”.
• NZ Couriers asian guy who comes in everyday and swaps our full DXMail bag for an empty one.  He comes in between 3.30 – 4pm and heads straight for our cupboard, where the bag is, and swaps them over. No ‘hello’. No ‘hey how’s your day going?’.  GlitterGirl says ‘Thanks’ as he’s walking out which is as far as we’ve got with that guy. I have dubbed him “Asian NZ Couriers Guy Who Doesn’t Speak Much”

Now I have more…. but I think this post is long enough!  but my thoughts today wandered to the possibility of me being the same kinda person in someone elses life?  Like maybe I’m…

• “That Girl Sitting At Her Desk In That Office Looking Really Intelligent” to some guy who rides past on the bus everyday?
• “Girl With Glasses Who Gets A Frozen Coke Every Friday” to the drive-thru girl at Maccas?
• “Funny Looking Girl Who Always Drives Too Fast Up Our Driveway” to the snobby neighbours who don’t talk to anybody else on the street.

Something to think about…..