Oh ya, well the Jerk Store called...they're running out of YOU

Earlier this summer I met one of the service guys at work for the first time. I was talking to someone else and out of the corner of my eye I caught him with his hand under his chin staring at me for some length of time. Finally he asked if I had seen the new movie, Talladega Nights, because I look strikingly like an actress in it. Since then he has brought it up a few times so I finally looked it up and asked him if I had the right girl. It turns out the actress is Amy Adams who I love since she acted in a couple episodes of the Office.



Anyway, she is gorgeous and I was flattered to be likened to "the new hot girl in the office." My new buddy in service says he calls her an "SST" you know, the Secretary Sleeper Type. Alright.

So, I can see a resemblance in the hair color and we both have stupid smiles I guess but maybe we don't look all that similar. It doesn't matter, I was feeling pretty good about myself. I was telling my friends about my little victory when a particular person decided it was necessary to add in his two cents. "Pssht, you look NOTHING like her." Piss off, let me have my moment.