|September 19, 2002|
|"When You Come Back to Me Again" - Garth Brooks|
Okay, so I'm an idiot for even hoping, but Mike didn't give me a call today at work. On one hand, I shouldn't expect it because whenever it does happen, it just makes it more special that he calls. On the other hand, he didn't even send me an email. Nothing to say "Hey, I was thinking about you and I love you". Nothing. Damn him. :-) As it is, though, I don't have much to complain about because in just a few short hours, 26 to be more specific, I'll be on the road and heading out to see him this weekend for one and half days of glorious time with him. I can't wait. I sit here and I think about it all the time and wonder if he really does think about it also, or if he's just saying that so that I'll feel good about myself. Either way, I don't care. LOL I'm an optimist in terms of him, and so I can turn just about anything into a positive.
Today work is going smoothly; in terms of the drug test that I had to take today, there is a part of me that is pretty irritated that everything went so smoothly this morning, and part of me is happy that I didn't have to deal with the bullshit again. It took me ten minutes to drive to the clinic, five minutes to do the test, and ten minutes to drive back. And to top it all off, the woman, who yesterday told me she couldn't perform this test, was the one who put the stupid little sticker with my initials written on it on the cup and sealed it in the plastic bag. What?! So, yesterday, all that bullshit was just bullshit?! Gah. Mike was right last night on the phone. They were just being lazy and didn't want to do it, and in the end, inconvenienced myself when all they had to do was put a sticker on a stupid cup full of my pee.
I finally decided on what I would wear up to see Mike tomorrow. I'm a woman, I can't help it, I do think about how I'll look and want to make good impressions at all times. I finally decided on my black pants that used to fit me when I was 20 pounds heavier and now hang a little too loose on me and this gray slinky type top with a nice square neckline. It shows my cleavage to it's best advantage, not to mention the push up bra I'll be wearing will be an immense help in the illusion that my breasts are larger than a B. That is one thing that Mike said to me. He said "You're not that big in the chest, I mean, no guy is going to see you walking down the street and think you have a big chest." And I think he finished off that pseudo-insult with an assurance that he liked my chest the way it was. Nice. Way to extricate that foot from your mouth, dear.
I go after work to go and get the gel filled on my nails and repair the two that broke on me. I normally wouldn't have bothered and just slapped on another coat of polish, but with the two broken, I don't want to look like some sort of moron, you know? At least this way, the whites will be painted on again and they'll look natural. As much as they can look natural. I almost can't afford what it's going to cost me to get it done, but for the sake of appearances, I will still. And I think I will go tanning tonight. Trade Megan some times for us to go. One last layer of fake baking to give my normally white skin that luster of the sun. Riiight.
Whit hasn't come up to me with any of his horrible, Whit-isms, nor has he told me how to do the simple spots of my job yet today. He's on a roll. This is going to be the second day in a row that he's kept his mouth shut. I don't know what's wrong with him, but bugger me if I'm going to complain about it! I'll let that sleeping dog lie for now. Of course, it's still only 2:15 in the afternoon. He could get in a good couple of them before I go home at 5. Let's keep our fingers crossed, eh?
Will write more later tonight, maybe, hopefully have some incredibly sweet things that Mike said to me to record before I go to sleep tonight.