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24 February So, I have to move at work. Both The Raccoon and I have been informed that we are being rousted from our nice, comfy cubicles into a little office on our own, because they are moving some Billing people into our spots. Why not move the Billing people into the room and leave us alone? Well, because at The Company That Must Not Be Named, why annoy two people when you can annoy four? There will be a window, and the natural light will certainly be nice, but I like having my own space just for me and my stuff, not a room with other people, even if it's just The Raccoon. Though it won't be, because they are finally getting us a temp! Hooray! We need help so badly...But that means three people in that room, at least until they start shoving in more people and it ends up like 305 in the old building! This will be the tenth desk I have sat at since I have been working for this company. Argh.
So yesterday I saw Nik for the first time since the big foofle of Saturday, and I was wondering what would happen. Were we still fighting? I'm not mad anymore, how were we going to move on without actually having a conversation about it? So halfway through the afternoon I went in the back and decided to follow his lead... And apparently everything was happy and joyous and we were not fighting at all! Well, that's good. I worked until 9.30, and waited for him to get off work at 10p, and we went out to dinner and walked in the cold to the van and everything was fine. My next life, though, I'm going to be the kind of person who can tell people how they are feeling.
He dropped a bomb on me that I cannot discuss because it's not my story, and I think he wanted me to ask him about it--I think he's been waiting to tell me, but I had no idea how to bring it up, especially after I let the moment pass, as I am wont to do.
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