What a Weekend
A crazy weekend is leaving my head not so clear right.
It started on Thursday when I was at work. I have been pushed by the women at work to pursue going back to school because I took a year off to work there, a long story all on its own which we can discuss at a later time. So I finally made an appointment with my counselor, and we figured out what Im going to do, and we made some schedules that would work for me. She also suggested that I take a summer class in math to get back in the swing of things, so I am. On Thursday I waited pretty much all day to try and think of how I was going to tell Stacey that I was going back to school and that I could not do the
"full time" thing with her any more. (working full time, for part time pay) So I was quiet all day becuase I wasnt sure how she would react because we have been working the same hours for alomst a year now, and we have become very close friends since then. Plus she was getting ready to start her week vacation on sunday, and I was sad that she was going away, leaving me with all the psychos there by myself.
So around 6:00 that night, as we were getting ready to leave from our late night (which only full timers are required to work, not me) and I sat down and told her that I had good news and bad news. She told me that she wanted the good news first, and I told her that it wasnt that bad. And the bad news was that I was going back to school.
Well she flipped out on me, and said "is this what you;ve been waiting to tell me all day....This pisses me off....Im very offened." The thought of her being offened made me question why?? What did I do that was so offensive to her? Later on when she kind of cooled off she explained why that offened her. Her reason was because it makes her look "unapproachable" and that we are not really friends if I can't talk to or tell her about things like this.
Needless to say, she didnt really talk to me that much on Friday when we walked into work. Or the rest of the day, and when she did it was very short sentences. I tried to make conversations all day, and finally toward the end of the day, we talked about things that we usually would have. But the story doesn't end there....
After I came home, Craig was sleeping and it was such a beautiful day, so I woke him up, and told him about what had happened at work. So instead of sitting home thinking about it, he said lets go out to dinner and I call my friends, and we go have some drinks. So he got his friends together and we went to Friday's. But the way it happened was his friend Rob picked up me and Craig, we picked up Edwin and Andy at a baseball game, Drove to Friday's and there we met up with Joe who had brought with him John. I know there is a lot of names, but its easy to understand.
So we are getting ready to leave and John says to Joe, alrite ya ready, cause your just coming back to my house right. And Joe says NO, I have to go home cause I wanna go to bed. So Im wondering how Craig, me, rob, andy, edwin, and john, are going to fit into this tiny Nissan Altima. Meanwhile, Joe hears me and Craig arguing about how I will just call my mother and her come and get us so that we don't go smashing through the window when we get in a car accident. Instead of saying that he will just drop off John at his house, he makes them all squish into Rob's Nissan, and my mother come out in her pajamas at 10:30 to come and get us, cause he is acting like a huge baby.
Maybe I over reacted a little that night but because I was frustrated about what happened at work, and I was very much on edge, even at dinner.
And I can only wonder if Craig's friends know how much he loves me as much as he say's he does.
Do they even know.....?
