So What Would Jim Halpert Do (Part 2)? Yesterday, I worked with Nancy again after not seeing her in person since our Northridge gig more than a month ago (she got booked on other assignments since then). Unlike that gig, this one went a whole lot smoother (possibly because I posted not-so-subtle comments indicating my fondness for Nancy on her Facebook page after that Northridge um, debacle—and she actually reciprocated)...with Nancy even asking me for my phone number towards the end of the day. Of course, I probably won't (or should) call or text her—even though she asked me, before leaving work, if my phone was able to receive text messages (of course it could)—seeing as how Nancy is engaged. This actually led to the only real lowpoint of the day (there were a few others; but this one stood out the most): When I said 'hi' to Nancy and hugged her after arriving at work, I noticed that she wasn't wearing her engagement ring. (In hindsight, Nancy probably removed her ring because we were working in a not-so-pristine area of downtown Los Angeles.) While chatting with Nancy after seeing this, the back of my mind was screaming "Yesss!" as I secretly held out hope that the engagement was off. Unfortunately, it was about an hour later when Nancy finally mentioned her fiancé in the conversation...and I was once again thinking about how John Krasinski's fictional character in The Office would handle this (not-so-new) development.
I'm in a lose-lose situation with Nancy at work. On one hand, I risk the emotional crash (lousy oxytocin and dopamine) that results from me driving home from work (and away from her) after how much time I spent sitting next to her and talking/flirting for much of the day (our assignment lasted for more than 15 hours yesterday). I actually posted a Blog entry a few years back (which is about another girl I had a crush on) about how one minute we're sitting so close together that we're touching knees (I waited for Nancy to move hers away from mine last night, hah), and less than an hour later, we're about 30 miles away from each other...assuming she went straight home as opposed to say, her fiancé's house. (I don't know where this dude lives.) On the other hand, there is no way in hell that I'm going to keep my distance from Nancy at work and watch some other punk move in and try to chat her up. What I'm about to say next is extremely naive, possessive, stupid and very selfish, but while I know that Nancy will inevitably and sadly get hitched to someone else soon, her fiancé isn't around at our work—and I want Nancy all to myself when we're booked together. (Yes, I even gave annoyed looks to other female coworkers walking up to Nancy to talk to her.) Is this mentality completely messed up? Hell yes, it is. But it will be this way until one of us finds another way (or place...like how Jim Halpert transferred to Dunder Mifflin's Stamford office after being rejected by Pam Beasley in The Office's Season 3 premiere) to earn a living. Nancy has been at this job much longer than I have, so I guess it won't be her making the move.
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