Friday, August 17, 2007

Miss Merrimack, mack, mack...

A girl who used to work here just walked into my boss's office and apparently said something to her about me looking familiar. The boss said, "No, you can't know her; she's from Maine."

The boss yelled to me, "Kimberly, did you go to Merrimack your first year?" I said yes.

"I was on your floor," the girl said.

I have no idea who this person is, but she said she remembers my face and that I used to sell Mark (yeah, I did for like two days - it wasn't my thing).

So I had to explain when and why I left, where I went, when I got married, and how I got depressed and fat and had to lose 40 pounds when I left. The boss said, "I can't imagine you fat." Oh, yes, I was.

1 comment:

Danielle A. said...

Weird... small world...