You ever know someone that you like, but somehow you also don't? Like, they are fine in small doses, but you wouldn't want to be around them too much? That's my friend Victoria. Victoria is Russian, originally, and I'm not sure how long she has been here, but has no accent. Thin, pretty, self-confident, kinda manic at times, used to work up here in my office, but is now elsewhere. Models sometimes.
In small doses, she can be a walking riot, as she runs off on tangents, makes fun of people around her, and generally is a smartass. Goddess knows, too, that caliban
and I can make her fall apart laughing. And it's just a party in the making. But then, after a while around her, it starts getting grating. All the making fun of people gets old, especially when she makes sure they can hear it. She hardly eats, but drinks coffee as much as she breathes (which explains a lot of the manic end of things, as well as the fact that she's just shy of 6 feet tall, but weighs MAYBE 98 pounds soaking wet with rocks in her pockets). She refuses to come out to the apartment, because she will meet Steph, and she doesn't like her (even though she has never met her). The fact is she doesn't seem to care about anyone else around, as long as she gets what she wants...a couple examples:Yesterday:
She came up here as Eric and I got off work, and begged and wheedled us to go with her to get some folder she left at a previous job interview, and then go with her to another one. I didn't really want to go, but I didn't have anything else to immediately do, plus I had no other ride home. This was 3pm. At 9pm, we were back in the parking lot, dropping her off at her car, and she was trying to get us to come to Denny's for coffee. Now, Eric goes down there almost every night for her, but he was actually a little tired, and I was ready for the comforts of my own home. So, after 45 minutes of standing around, we finally left for home. She gave us shit about it; goodnaturedly, but still...there is such a thing as a joke being taken too far. Today:
As I am leaving the building for lunch, there she is, Eric just saying goodbye. She asks if I am going to lunch, and whisks me off to the nearby mall. We talked, I ate (she drank more coffee), and she made snide comments about all kinds of people, to the point of leaning over to these three kids at the next table as we were leaving (baggy pants Gen X types), and informs them, quite plainly, that they need to go buy a brain. We head out, stopping for MORE coffee, and she stomps her foot loud enough to scare one woman, then walks right up the counter and demands coffee, even though there is someone else waiting at the counter already. Yeesh.
Then, driving me back to the office, she not only almost head-on collides with another car, but she comes damn near close to killing some guy on a bike. Both of these instances are blatantly her fault, and merely the case of her not watching or not caring what she is doing; in both cases she gets annoyed with the other person.
I dunno, but I think I'm glad that I am not trying to date her, fuck her, or even be around her that much.