I said i would write, so here I am, avoiding writing.
I also said i was going to get shit done and go to bed early, but I can already see that's probably not going to happen as it's 2:35am as I look at the clock. I really wanted to write "as the bird flies" there, but that's applicable to distances and not time. . ..
So. uh. My life is pretty much the same as it's been for the last while or so. I've been working at Wineguard for 2.5 months now, and I still feel the same about it as when I started. It's a job. I like the people, they're all pretty much super awesome and nice. And the place does wonders for my self esteem, but I fear it's making me dumber. I think Charity has finally gotten off my case about the whole Don thing (for those of you uninformed, she totally wanted his nuts before I started there...like hardcore and had this vendetta for me because I got his nuts instead...sorry for the crassness of that statement). People have now gotten onto that whole kick of talking to us about our girlfriend/boyfriend....referring to the other and then we have to go about setting them straight because that's not how it is...no matter how it may look. Anyway, the actual working. . . we've been doing lots of Dish 1000's and 51's. I'm starting to miss the .4's. . .not that I really liked them, but sometimes you just want to do something different for awhile, ya know? I mean sure, we do New Zealand most every Friday for 2 hours and we've done Mexico at least a few times a week for the past few weeks. . .but it's still just like "can we please do something different now?!" every once in a while. I like the work though, it's time consuming must get it right easy for the most part work.
We were working 8 hour shifts and we were lucky if we got all 5 days at the beginning of May, and then we switched to 10 hour shifts (which I honestly think I prefer) and working 6 days a week, so I'm fairly worn out. We're back to 8's but we're still working saturdays, so I get one day off to get all of my shit I need to take care of done. But honestly, I like 8 hours on the 4:30-12:30 schedule more than 8's on the 2:30-10:30pm time line. I just feel like I have more time...even though I really don't.
Uhhh..relationship wise, since I know you're dying to know and what not. Things are good. I'm happy. It's still a little confusing for me at times. He's not my boyfriend, he's just the man I may possibly have feelings for and have an intimate relationship with. Sometimes I want to pull my hair out because of the frustratedness I feel, due to the whole "don't get attached but he's basically clinging to me" thing. Mr. I make rules but don't follow them. *sigh* He was over last night. We got off work at 10:30 and talked for about half an hour and then he went home. Randy texted me and I told him I was in for the night (Randy is a mutual friend from work) and since he was looking for Don anyway, I didn't feel my presence was needed. Then I got a call from his phone, it was Don, at midnight, telling me he'd be over in about half an hour. . . so he shows up and we talk for like two hours, do our thing for a while, and then talk/cuddle/lay in bed together until like 7am when my mother got up. I kept expecting him to leave, because of the whole agreement thing, but he didn't and I didn't really want him to leave because we've barely hung out outside of work for about a week and half, and the upcoming/current week just sucks for it too. It was very. . . couple-y. . .and as much of a turn off as it was a turn on.
okay. that's all for now. terrible ending, i know. but i do want to sleep tonight and i can't seem to get my thoughts in a logical order for writing, and the thunder storm is super distracting.
I also said i was going to get shit done and go to bed early, but I can already see that's probably not going to happen as it's 2:35am as I look at the clock. I really wanted to write "as the bird flies" there, but that's applicable to distances and not time. . ..
So. uh. My life is pretty much the same as it's been for the last while or so. I've been working at Wineguard for 2.5 months now, and I still feel the same about it as when I started. It's a job. I like the people, they're all pretty much super awesome and nice. And the place does wonders for my self esteem, but I fear it's making me dumber. I think Charity has finally gotten off my case about the whole Don thing (for those of you uninformed, she totally wanted his nuts before I started there...like hardcore and had this vendetta for me because I got his nuts instead...sorry for the crassness of that statement). People have now gotten onto that whole kick of talking to us about our girlfriend/boyfriend....referring to the other and then we have to go about setting them straight because that's not how it is...no matter how it may look. Anyway, the actual working. . . we've been doing lots of Dish 1000's and 51's. I'm starting to miss the .4's. . .not that I really liked them, but sometimes you just want to do something different for awhile, ya know? I mean sure, we do New Zealand most every Friday for 2 hours and we've done Mexico at least a few times a week for the past few weeks. . .but it's still just like "can we please do something different now?!" every once in a while. I like the work though, it's time consuming must get it right easy for the most part work.
We were working 8 hour shifts and we were lucky if we got all 5 days at the beginning of May, and then we switched to 10 hour shifts (which I honestly think I prefer) and working 6 days a week, so I'm fairly worn out. We're back to 8's but we're still working saturdays, so I get one day off to get all of my shit I need to take care of done. But honestly, I like 8 hours on the 4:30-12:30 schedule more than 8's on the 2:30-10:30pm time line. I just feel like I have more time...even though I really don't.
Uhhh..relationship wise, since I know you're dying to know and what not. Things are good. I'm happy. It's still a little confusing for me at times. He's not my boyfriend, he's just the man I may possibly have feelings for and have an intimate relationship with. Sometimes I want to pull my hair out because of the frustratedness I feel, due to the whole "don't get attached but he's basically clinging to me" thing. Mr. I make rules but don't follow them. *sigh* He was over last night. We got off work at 10:30 and talked for about half an hour and then he went home. Randy texted me and I told him I was in for the night (Randy is a mutual friend from work) and since he was looking for Don anyway, I didn't feel my presence was needed. Then I got a call from his phone, it was Don, at midnight, telling me he'd be over in about half an hour. . . so he shows up and we talk for like two hours, do our thing for a while, and then talk/cuddle/lay in bed together until like 7am when my mother got up. I kept expecting him to leave, because of the whole agreement thing, but he didn't and I didn't really want him to leave because we've barely hung out outside of work for about a week and half, and the upcoming/current week just sucks for it too. It was very. . . couple-y. . .and as much of a turn off as it was a turn on.
okay. that's all for now. terrible ending, i know. but i do want to sleep tonight and i can't seem to get my thoughts in a logical order for writing, and the thunder storm is super distracting.
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