How Well Do You Know Your Co-workers?

I still have dreams about a boy I had a crush on in high school?

My first job was making the wake up calls at the Sheraton Hotel which lasted until a computer replaced me....

On the first day of the first year of college, I puked on myself in front of the entire psychology class....

When I was sixteen, a friend left his truck at my house while he went out fishing.  My girlfriend and I thought it would be fun to drive it for a day of shopping and lunch.  We brought it back when it starting getting dark.  I guess we were gone too long because when we pulled up, there was a crowd of people and police.  I hid in the closet, while my friend got yelled at by his mom!  Apparently, there is not a difference between "borrowing without permission" and theft...

I was in an all girl band in high school.  I played the lead guitar!  It was metal music and I definitely looked really cool....

I lived in Europe and spoke fluent French as a child....

My life was not always as glamorous as the Construction Expo.  I once had the lead role in the musical "the Music Man", as well as, I was in the JFK movie.....

When I was in middle school, I dyed my hair with Kool Aid.  When all of the other girls did it, it turned their hair a fun shade of red, blue, etc.. I can tell you from my experience, it does not come out of color treated hair.  I repeat: KOOL AID DOES NOT COME OUT OF COLOR TREATED HAIR.  a side note: Red Kool Aid + blond hair = orange hair                                           .

I am a competitive hip hop dancer.  My hero is Nacho Libre.  Most people get jealous because I chat on line with babes all day.

For quite some time I have felt like I walk like a duck.....

Who is quoted as saying this: "Under my Christmas tree this year will be: a tarantula, throwing knives, a wagon lamp and a bottle of vodka.  All I need now is a prescription of Xanax...."

When I was young, I wanted to be a nun....

A man once tried to run me off of the road while I had my kids in the car.  I chased him down, followed him to his job site (he was a contractor), marched over to his 6'4" frame, got in his face and gave him a piece of my mind...  All while wagging my finger at him (actually, it was more of a karate chop style delivery). I concluded by yelling: "WHAT KIND OF MAN ARE YOU!  YOU HAVE NO BALLS!"  He looked like he was going to kill me, but I felt completely justified!