Ugh, why do we have to deal with Monday's? Can't we just start on Tuesday? I thought as I sat at my desk, staring at the shit hand that the start of week had dealt me. The company was replacing all of the employee laptops, and it was a rather large undertaking. I had to load our custom software in addition to all of the other programs the various employees used. At least I had employees that I could have deal with some of this. I guess being the boss had some perks.
Just like every other Monday morning, my team and I had a morning meeting to go over the work for the week, well, at least the work we knew about. I was head of I.T. for a large corporation. We had offices all over the country and it was our job to keep our employees and the network up and running. The position paid well, very well in fact, but there were times that I'd have to stay late, work an occasional weekend, and I spent a lot of time isolated from everyone else.
I dispatched my crew and went back to my office to start on my tasks. At least I had music to get me through the day. Monday called for something energetic and aggressive...who am I kidding, that's everyday! The answer, was always hip hop. What would it be today...Scarface? Torae? Sean Price? All excellent choices, but I felt nostalgic...Ice-T - Original Gangster.
Just as the siren wailed, the beat kicked in and Ice began "Syndicate, fool! L.A., home of the body bag..." there was a knock on my door. I hit pause and hollered at my "guest".
"Come in!"
"Hey, Mel! Yo, was that the O.G. Ice T you were playing?" asked one of my employees, Nate.
"Yes, yes it was Nate. What's up?" I replied.
"Word! Damn, white girl, you got taste!"
"Thanks, Nate. Now, what can I do for you?"
Yes, this white girl likes hip hop. I'm sure I don't look like the hip hop type, but who gives a shit. I'm a pale skinned, red headed 26 year old and I've listened to it since I was little. My brothers introduced me to it and I've been hooked ever since. It keeps me motivated in the gym, where I bust my ass to counteract the damage of sitting on my ass behind a desk everyday.
Once I had Nate's question answered, I spent the rest of the day prepping for the computer rollout.
I glanced at the clock and was surprised to see that it was close to quitting time. I guess I wasn't going to get any more accomplished today, so I logged off my computer and set off to enjoy my few precious hours of freedom.
I was debating what I was going to have for dinner, when I drove past the new record store and noticed that they were open. I had been watching the progress they'd been making the last few months. They were moving into an old building that used to be a small theater. It had neat architecture and I heard that the inside was very cool.
I had to go check it out so I pulled into the parking lot. The old theatre marquee was still functional and it was in really good shape. "The Capitol" was its name and the old neon sign looked very cool all lit up. Inside it was apparent that it was an old theater. Instead of movie posters, there were posters for new music releases. The lobby was actually fairly large and ornate and they were able to install several racks for new and used cds and vinyl. The old concession counter was where the register was and the glass cases featured rare import cds and various band merchandise. There was another room past the concession stand that featured even more music in addition to other merchandise such as clothing and posters. On the back wall of this room were the doors to the theater and a staircase with a sign that read "projector".
I was checking out the hip hop section when I spotted her coming down the stairs. I know it was rude to stare, but I couldn't help it. I was hoping I wasn't as obvious about it as I felt I was. She was beautiful but she looked pretty young. Her hair was long, probably halfway down her back, and it was dyed a gorgeous shade of blue. Her arms were covered in tattoos up to her shoulders. Her skin was pale, almost as pale as mine, and she was very fit looking. Her tank top hugged her body and while her boobs didn't look huge, they looked perfect on her. Cutoff jean shorts and blue converse all-stars completed her ensemble.
She glanced over at me when she reached the bottom of the stairs and shot me a cute little grin. Fuck, I was busted. I spent a few more minutes looking through the cds while trying to watch the blue haired goddess. She chatted to the guy behind the counter for a bit then went and straightened a few things before ringing a customer up. I didn't really see anything I had to have, but then I hadn't really paid much attention to the music selection, and I felt a bit embarrassed by getting caught checking her out.
I was just about to the door when she called out to me. "Thanks for coming in. Did you see anything you liked?"
Shit. Did I ever! I could have chosen to handle the situation with poise, but instead I stammered like a fucking idiot.
"Um, not really, I mean yeah...but...you um, have a good night. Nice...nice place."
I couldn't move fast enough. I sat in my car and leaned my head against the steering wheel. Thankfully I had tinted windows, so I could beat myself up in peace. My next stop was the gym, and I hoped I could maintain my dignity there.
My work out left me feeling drained but very satisfied. I hit a few more reps than I had last week and upped the weight on a few sets. I needed sustenance and Chinese sounded like an excellent choice. I stopped for some take out and retreated to the comfort of my own home.
I checked a few things on my phone while I ate. I read a few Reddit posts and left a few upvotes before I searched for pics of girls with blue hair. Seriously?! I guess since I couldn't show my face in the new music store again, I might as well allow myself this fantasy.
Tuesday morning felt awfully similar to Monday morning. At least I slept good thanks to my workout. I arrived at work and focused on the tasks ahead of me. Nate stopped by again to check on my playlist for the day and talk a bit about music. He recommended a couple of projects that I hadn't heard, but thankfully Apple Music had them. As I sat bobbing my head to the beats of The Gorgeous Killer by Fresh Daily, I wondered if The Capitol records would have a copy. Yes, even though I streamed my music, there was something about buying a physical copy that just felt so right.
Out of all the establishments in the city that I could purchase music from, of course I'd think of the one that employed the gorgeous blue haired girl. Maybe my awkward display wasn't that bad? Did it really matter? Fuck no, because I knew I was going back there tonight.
4:30. Quitting time. I got in my car and drove straight to the record store. I walked in the front door and was greeted by the gentleman behind the counter. He asked if I needed assistance but I told him I was just browsing. Yeah, I was browsing alright. I didn't see my girl anywhere, which disappointed me, but I planned on picking up some music regardless. I hit the hip hop section and found the "f's", but unfortunately they didn't have what I was there for.
"Is there something you were looking for?" Were the words I heard. The voice they belonged to was so cute and sweet sounding.
"Um, yes, as a matter of fact there is." I replied as I raised my eyes to look at her. She was even more beautiful up close.
"And what would that be?" She inquired.
Fuck. I was starting again. I told her what I was looking for and she thought for a minute.
"We might have it in back. Follow me!" She said as she turned and headed towards the doors to the theater.
"We have a few totes of product that we haven't made room for yet. Let me check real quick." She explained.
She bent over and dug through the first tote. Was she doing this on purpose? Her already tight black leggings were working hard to keep that delicious behind covered. Why did I assume she was doing it on purpose? She was probably another pretty straight girl. Still, it didn't hurt to peek.
"Nope, doesn't look like we have that." She said.
She stood up and looked at me like she was studying me, but only for a moment.
"I'd be more than happy to order it for you though." She offered.
I followed her back to the front where she placed the order through their distributors website.
"It will be here waiting for you tomorrow evening." She stated. Great, now I didn't have to think of another excuse to stop in tomorrow night.
"Thank you...I'm sorry, but I didn't catch your name?" I thought that was pretty smooth of me."
