“No, I’m just playing right now,” she said.
“Ok,” I replied.
I sat my stuff down and grabbed a soda from the fridge. “So, how did it go?” Ida asked me.
“It went great,” I said. “I got the job.”
“Nice,” she replied. “And what’s the guy like? Did you meet the kid?”
“I did meet the kid. His name is Bobby. He is an adorable four year old. We kind of clicked pretty easily. And the father is Darren. He is very nice and seems a bit interesting. I’d say he is a classic workaholic.”
“See, I knew you would put that psychology degree to use and dissect him,” she said with a grin.
“I’m not dissecting anyone,” I replied. “And my degree is in childhood development. Not psychology.”
She rolled her eyes. “Ok, so it’s a specific faction of psychology. Big whoop.”
“It is a big deal,” I teased. “Anyway, I start tomorrow. It should be good.”
“What is it?”
I looked at her peculiarly. “What?”
“What is it that you aren’t telling me? You are being way too smooth and brief about this. What is up?”
I laughed. “Nothing is up. I just don’t have anything else to say.”
She pointed at me. “See, that right there. I know you too well. I can tell when you are full of shit. What is it that you aren’t telling me?”
I sighed. “I think I might already have a bit of a crush on Darren.”
Her eyes lit up. “Ha! I knew it. I’m too good. I should have my own talk show or something. I can just read people so damn well.”
“But this could be a bad thing, right? I can’t be lusting after my boss. That could make for something very awkward.”
She shrugged. “No, it’s fine. People lust after their bosses all the time. When the boss starts lusting back, that is when people run into trouble. You should be fit as a fiddle with this.”
I laughed. Ida was from the south and she often used expressions like ‘fit as a fiddle’.
“I’m just a bit apprehensive. I really need this job and I don’t want to start searching. This one kind of fell I my lap and I would be stupid to turn it down or to do anything that might jeopardize it.”
“True,” she said. “But, you shouldn’t be worried too much about this. As long as you don’t reach out and grab his package at some random time, or he doesn’t catch you staring at his package then you should be fine.”
“You are insane,” I said. “When would I be doing this?”
She shrugged. “How the hell should I know? I do it all the time.”
“You do not,” I said.
“I don’t grab anyone unless they give me the signal to do so, but I am a compulsive crotch watcher.”
“You need help.”
“I’m aware, but then I think I should be helping other people.”
“Yeah, you should definitely have your own talk show. What would you call it?”
She thought a moment? “Just go for it, with Ida.”