gullible

At work the other day, an idea was culled from various conversations to manipulate a photo of a coworker and put a tattoo on his arm. Not having a good picture to perform this feat, I had to use a picture I harvested from Google.

After about 10 minutes of work, I had morphed his head on a body of similar build and put a portrait of an employee from a different department, forensics to be exact, on his arm. In the end it did not look too bad. I actually spent more time looking for the picture to use then I did editting it.

I would come to find out that it was better then I thought. Both people involved thought it was a real picture for different reasons. I was told by a coworker that, "You know it's a good picture when the person in it questions when the picture was taken and then realizes it's a fake." After telling my sister the story, she added, "You know it was good when you fool the CSI guy at work."

Of course my boss 2 levels up saw it as well and mentioned that perhaps I need more real work to do.

Just my luck

As for an update, well I managed to get my ass back to the store a 2nd and then 3rd time trying not to come off as creepy. I also bought stuff everytime based on her recommmendations. I conversed with her and then went on my way. Things were going well until I learned some things. 1. She is married and 2. she is into God and Jesus, seriously what are the chances of the second when you work in a store like that. The first thing I can understand, that is my luck because this is not the first time that has happened. It's a real kick in the slats.

Part of me wishes I had wussed or she had ignored me because now I don't know what to do, while the other part of me thinks it is cool I talked to someone I don't know and uttered more than 5 syllables and as a bonus it was someone from HT.

Maybe, if someone would not have ignored my repeated phone calls I could have saved myself from feeling stupid. Perhaps I could have gotten advised on looking for clues of her status.

Regardless I am still considering wearing a tie every now and then. You know in the top button undone, loose tie kind of way that says yeah I am a slave to the man but I have the heart of a tortured genius, or something like that. Somehow that works for me.

Maybe I would wear a tie everyday

Today, I talked to a girl at Hot Topic about what to wear for V-day at the Blue Mohito Bar.

She noticed I was a little dressed up to be walking around in there and we talked a little. We parted ways and I putzed around a little more trying to convince myself to talk to her again. Then with a stroke of genius I pulled out the party wear reason and I figured since I really did need help she would be perfect. It did not even phase her one bit. She led me in a whurlwind tour around the store showing me everything she could come up with. She was attractive and she made me laugh. I agreed to buy something to show she was not wasting her time with me and told her I would be back if I need more help.

Now I want to come up with a way to talk with her again and not have to buy the over priced apparrel they have there.