Everyone at work has decided that Mickey Mouse has a crush on me. They are now calling me Minnie Mouse. It started last week. When he would walk into our office, he would put his hand on my back when talking to me. So they made a few small comments then. I ignored them. Then I had dyed my hair over the weekend. So on Monday, I was able to wear my hair down without showing roots. He commented on how nice my hair looked. Of course, Carol was like “Well, I got a hair cut and he didn’t notice.” I told her that it was a big difference. You couldn’t even tell that her hair needed cutting. She keeps it very short. He had only seen me with my hair in a pony tail. He had never seen my hair down. Yesterday, he picked up lunch for me and the center manager. That just threw everything over the edge. That was it. They have now dubbed me Minnie Mouse. Everytime I turned around yesterday, they were singing the Mickey Mouse theme song.