Silver Linings in 2017

  • Feb. 28, 2017, 6:39 p.m.
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Quick updates:

I was in the middle of checking my email earlier, mostly staring at TF’s name across the screen [I seriously miss talking to him when he’s not around and I come in to work expecting to see him but he doesn’t show. He’s missing out on some good outfits ;) ], when the phone rang. I’d been waiting for his call all day considering he asked what time I got in and said he’d call to figure out what time to come in. I answered and he goes, “Rose, this is jerkface TF.” And I chuckled and asked what was up. He said he’d completely forgotten to call us [for like the millionth time!] and he was a terrible person, and he was going to punch himself for forgetting. I told him he needed to start writing things down. That he needed an agenda, or to write it on his hand, or something. He said he does have a day planner but he only writes his work stuff down in there. “I’d think this would be an important thing to remember as well but maybe it’s not to you.” He said he wasn’t going to see it anyway and I said he would if he put a little effort into making these calls. ha.

He said he was going to come in tomorrow and asked what time we got in. I said 9am and tried to get him to tell me what time he’d be here because I know how he is. We have an appointment at 10a so I didn’t want to pile them together. He said he was thinking more like noon and I agreed that that would be fine. Then I confirmed that “noon” meant he’d actually show up at 12pm. He said yeah, that he’d already talked to his supervisor and made arrangements to come in here. I made sure to confirm several times that he was actually going to show up and not forget.

At some point during all this confirmation he goes, “Yes. I’m going to show up there and I’m going to look you in the eyes and stare deep into your heart and soul.” And I laughed and said that that was freaky and he repeated that he was going to stare deep into my soul. =| Whatever dude. I’m slowly becoming immune to your charm. I’m more in the camp that thinks you’re a “jerkface” right now anyway.

I hope that he doesn’t think things are “all better” between us now just because I’m actually making conversation with him. That’s not how it’s going to work this time. I’m not just going to start fresh and move on. We’ll never get out of this freaken cycle if I do.

Work is crazy right now. It feels like the beginning of February not the end. This morning I walked in and had two appointments. As of right now there have been 8 and I think there’s one more on the way. We’re supposed to run out of here right at 6pm to make it an hour away for dinner with my cousin. We’re going to pre-celebrate her birthday that’s coming up on Saturday. It’s the same wing place we went last week for Valentine’s day [oh shoot, I just glanced at the calendar and realized that was two weeks ago!] so I’m going to enjoy some more Rebel IPA and relax.

The other silver lining is that JR brought me leftover chicken tortilla soup for lunch. We brought a homemade salad from the vegetables TF’s brother brought the other day. Mom’s client brought some dinner. The BBQ guy just swung by the office and dropped off a box full of leftover bbq [ha] food from his work lunch. That was a total shocker! I’d teased him about it the other day saying that I wanted leftovers and that I was going to ditch work to go to his bbq on base. But we always joke about that stuff. I never expected him to actually show up! Like I saw that big white Ford pull up outside the door and I suddenly remembered it was Tuesday and holy cow there he was walking in the door with a box full of stuff. I think it’s hot dogs/hamburgers, or something. I haven’t looked yet, but I did see chips and drinks were included. =) I am so excited that we have such good clients/friends!

What an amazing day. Seriously. That beer is going to top it off nicely!
[I just have to run to close the office after this client leaves so we can get there at a decent hour!]

rose.
5:33pm


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