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Nervous breakdown aside, Ron decided to come into work Monday night when I was supposed to work and thus there was chaos and he was fired and my chest hurt really badly. So, I was kind of relieved because I want to work straight nights Monday thru Friday just to have a set schedule and that was the plan--that when Ron left I could have his slot. Only my manager calls and, hey, they're giving it to the girl that works at the hotel down the street because Ron told her he was fired and she rang up and asked for it and they choose her over me--who they have put through HELL.
So.
I'm looking for a new job. Again. This place is all bullshit and drama. Seriously.
On a more delightful note, I'm feeling better lately. And also pretty much spend every spare moment of time with Mr. Hayden Matthews. Well, not technically WITH him, but speaking to him. For hours and hours and hours nonstop. I think 10 hours is our records. The problem is that he lives in Spain. And then London. And I live here. And while I'm going to see him next year, it just keeps nagging me that this probably won't work. That I'm a fool to bother but I can't NOT talk to him. And he is always telling me things that no one has ever done before. And I trust him like I shouldn't. And he just says the nicest things at random, but I know he means them somehow. And he makes me blush incessantly. And as much as I HATE this, I really am falling for him. Its rough. And you know, falling without knowing if you'll be caught is kind of really frightening.
And I'm not one to often let people in. He sort of...muscled his way through my barricade. I think that's why I'm enamored.
So.
I'm looking for a new job. Again. This place is all bullshit and drama. Seriously.
On a more delightful note, I'm feeling better lately. And also pretty much spend every spare moment of time with Mr. Hayden Matthews. Well, not technically WITH him, but speaking to him. For hours and hours and hours nonstop. I think 10 hours is our records. The problem is that he lives in Spain. And then London. And I live here. And while I'm going to see him next year, it just keeps nagging me that this probably won't work. That I'm a fool to bother but I can't NOT talk to him. And he is always telling me things that no one has ever done before. And I trust him like I shouldn't. And he just says the nicest things at random, but I know he means them somehow. And he makes me blush incessantly. And as much as I HATE this, I really am falling for him. Its rough. And you know, falling without knowing if you'll be caught is kind of really frightening.
And I'm not one to often let people in. He sort of...muscled his way through my barricade. I think that's why I'm enamored.