Slippery slope

I saw Casey as we were leaving the office last Friday.  He was parked near me in the garage, and Dan had just dropped him off (having transported him from the secondary garage near our new building) as I was starting my engine.  I turned the car off, and stopped to chat.  He said he planned to come to the office more often, as his ability to get information and assistance from people tended to be hindered by working from home.  I filled him in on the comings and goings of some of the other staff, including a good friend of mine for whom I was going to a farewell happy hour within minutes.

We left with a promise to touch base when he was in this week, since the department was conducting group training all week for staff from all of the branch offices.  We made tentative plans for a happy hour of our own next week, when his time was not quite so regimented with group activities.  Then we set off to the weekend, our families, the typical flotsam and jetsam of our real lives.  I had a wedding to attend, and a night in watching the kids while The Husband worked on  Saturday.  He was recuperating from a back injury, and planned to lay low for a few days.

But now I find myself paying a little more attention to how I'm dressed in the morning, wearing the colors that The Husband doesn't much care for on me, but that have elicited compliments from co-workers.  I get a girly, giddy feeling for a moment when the training breaks and the guys stop by to say hello.  My trips around the building sometimes consist of a more roundabout route that cause me to walk past the marketing cubicles.  And I'm looking forward to a small happy hour with Casey a bit more than I generally do a trip out with a friend from work.  I haven't lied to The Husband about where I'm going that night, but have made it easy for him to form an impression that may or may not line up with reality 100%.

Hmmm...