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The Puzzle of "I Love You," Part Two
So James won't say "I love you" in person, but he text messages it all the time. What the blue hell???
This doesn't piss me off, it just confuses me immensely. I think he's just shy. You don't text anything you don't want someone to actually read.
I'm not thinking too much about it, I'm more amused at his shyness than anything, as I am sure that's what it is.
Today, I worked 14 hours and am not getting paid for it. That's the joy of being a salaried manager, they can work you to fucking death and not pay you past your set rate. How do the mobsters say it.. "A beautiful thing." Which translates as "Someone is getting screwed up the ass" which is basically what happened to me. But it was okay, I got to work with James all day. We team well at work, I do the administrative shit and he does the manual labor shit. We keep our hands to ourselves, remain professional...well, mostly, a few slip-ups here and there.
Well, tonight was a little different. We have a big inspection tomorrow, and us and our team members cleaned like mad mo foes all day long. James and I didn't even leave the store until 1 am. But the store is shining, organized, and all those other good things that it won't be again after tomorrow until the next inspection.
And Jonny B, if you're reading this, you are the MAN, you were such a HUGE help, you are my designated hero for the day. (He put in 14.10 hours right alongside me today without complaint...that deserves some recognition in itself, not to mention that he worked his ass off.)
So I am sooooo tired, but I felt like updating my journal first. Can't go to bed without doing it now, it's like a crack addiction. HEY MAN GOT BLURTY? COME ON I KNOW YOU GOT BLURTY, GIVE ME SOME, I GOT FIVE DOLLARS! It's fucked up. But this is theraputic for me, and I know my employees know much more about me now than they did, whether they want to or not.
Janet turned out to be okay, the situation sounded bad but wasn't. She's got a stomach virus, they gave her some good but safe for pregnant women drugs, pumped her full of fluids, and sent her home. I didn't roll in until after three last night, then got up and went to work at 9:30. A full night's sleep for me at this point is like imagining sex after you haven't had any for years, you know it feels damn good but you can't remember details.
Got some good news today. I've been pressuring James to move out of his and Jamie's apartment. So today he tells me he's moving in with his friend Daniel early next week, and may move in with me when I get my apartment in the next two months. I hope he does, I'd love to live with him. I know you're thinking WHOA, WHOA, WHOA, MOVING FAST but I don't know, I feel pretty confident that this thing is going to work out. I'm pretty much all lovey over him already, I'm not deep in the throes of undying, eternal love but I do mean it when I tell him that I love him. Love is like burns...there are different degrees of severity. This is second-degree, some damage but reversible if need be.
What a fucking analogy. I must really have a sick mind. I fall in love and I compare it to severe burns. No rose-tinted glasses for me.
I talked to James for an hour while I sat in the bathtub, every muscle in my body screaming LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE, QUIT WORKING LONG-ASS DAYS AND STAYING UP DOING BEDROOM ACROBATICS ALL NIGHT, GIVE ME A FUCKING REST!
Then we got off the phone and started text messaging. Go figure. I never really stop talking to James now that I have text messaging, we just take breaks between sleep and errands and dinner rushes at work.
Other than that, not much going on in my life. My mom has been rather pleasant since yesterday, maybe she finally pulled the large stick out of her ass. She even asked me how things were going with James, which is unusual for her to ask, as she automatically thinks anyone that I date is the fucking anti-christ and usually doesn't want to hear about them.
Jamie's out of town for a week, so I'm staying with James tomorrow night. No sleep AGAIN. *sighs* When I take my vacation from work in March, I'm spending at least 24 hours of it asleep, phone turned off, door locked, shut off from the world like a creepy hermit. If someone dies in that 24 hours, all right, fine, I'll deal with it when I get up! That's how much I would enjoy a full period of sleep.
Well, I'm going to go attempt to sleep right now, actually, things are starting to get blurry. I'm sitting here finishing a cigarette then I'm off to hopefully be in COMA until I have to get up at eight to wash my goddamned work clothes.
Tonight's random quote:
IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED, TRY AND TRY AGAIN:A SURE WAY OF MAKING A PEST OF YOURSELF. BETTER:IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED, TRY A DIFFERENT APPROACH. IF YOU STILL DON'T SUCCEED, TRY SOMEONE OR SOMEWHERE ELSE.
-Anton LaVey (the founder of the Church of Satan) "Duck-Billed Platitudes"
Good night, my happy little family of readers!
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