Eventually, I needed a little break so I decided to take a trip downstairs to the office store and get me some candy. Starbursts, specifically.
Now that looks like a delightful afternoon snack...
This did not happen.
When the elevator doors pinged open, some very excited woman tried to leap out and then realized it wasn't the ground floor. I didn't recognize her so I figured she was just from another office.
"Hurry, hurry, HURRY," she told me. I kind of laughed and asked her if she eager to escape for the day or something.
"No," she said, "Alexander Skarsgard is outside."
I have never made a decision so fast in my fucking life. "I'm going with you," I replied. The lure of Starbursts was immediately forgotten at the prospect of getting a little eye-candy instead.
And that's how I ended up skulking around the front of my office, camera phone in hand, with half my co-workers as we tittered and acted essentially how a bunch of women would act when in the presence of the uber hotness known as Alexander Skarsgard. Like goddamn teenagers.
At first I just sort of lingered across the street because at the end of the day, I'm kind of a paparazzi fail. For some reason, my itty bitty conscience always raises its morally ethical head when I'm trying to take pictures of celebrities and I feel bad about invading their privacy.
I believe the paparazzi call this "the chickenshit angle"...
Then someone who was a higher up in the company told me she would get me fired if I didn't get closer and get better pictures. I'm pretty sure she didn't mean it but...Game on, mother fuckers.
I crept a little closer and tried to snap a few more pictures. Feeling emboldened, I moved from the street onto the sidewalk. A colleague yelled Alexander's name. I ducked behind a car. I was threatened with termination again. Apparently, that was all the encouragement I needed because I walked up to about three feet away from him and took some pictures.
Then my phone died and I ran back inside.
Not an hour later I was informed that I was taking a trip to Alexander Skarsgard's trailer and was to wait there until he came out so I could take a picture. I didn't want to tell my coworkers that I have a bad reputation as far as celebrities and their trailers go, so I agreed. When I got there, it appeared that my reputation had, indeed, preceded me. Or someone on this blog is handy with photoshop. One of those.
Admittedly, I felt like a total tool the whole time I was skulking around but it was worth it. Alexander Skarsgard is one lovely-looking man. And tall! Holy shit is that man tall. I'm pretty sure you could cut glass with his chiseled jaw. Normally the blondes don't do it for me but I would definitely make an exception for that man. Hell, I'd make a lot of exceptions for him. I'll bet Latchkey Wife would even temporarily remove the "Exit Only" sign hanging over her ass if he asked nicely. Or not nicely.