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8/18/03
11:38 am
So the hardest part of my week is over, thank god I was really pissed, last night, the lead that was supposed to come in at 3:30 but changed his shift to come in at 8, decided to call Karen and tell her to stay because he didnt want to come to work. Asshole. There's supposed to be a lead on duty at all times. We worked 4 flights without one, with possibilities of diversions from nyc and newark due to the rolling power outages..
I was cleaning the last plane last night, and finally connected with Jare on the phone, we had been playing phone tag for the past 2 hours, and he was in a really cute mood, telling me all about his beach/car thing. Then he drops a bomb on me so nonchalantly that i could strangle him. Way to have no respect for my feelings (How often do I not do things because they make you uncomfortable.. perhaps you dont realize it, but very often.) Don't tell me you hadn't decided because of me, it was because you didn't know if you had to work, which youd told me early on in the conversation. Especially after what we talked about a week ago in the basement.. that youd really stoop that low for "help" is pretty fucked up. I am pretty disgusted right now. Yeah, you said you wont do it, but I have a feeling you will anyway.
*tears hair out*
Anyway.
I had a lovely conversation last night with a drunken fellow, and figured out the way to keep him talking is to keep a steady alcohol IV tucked into his arm. We will get together soon. I'll bring the beer.. haha
time for breakfast
8/18/03
11:38 am
So the hardest part of my week is over, thank god I was really pissed, last night, the lead that was supposed to come in at 3:30 but changed his shift to come in at 8, decided to call Karen and tell her to stay because he didnt want to come to work. Asshole. There's supposed to be a lead on duty at all times. We worked 4 flights without one, with possibilities of diversions from nyc and newark due to the rolling power outages..
I was cleaning the last plane last night, and finally connected with Jare on the phone, we had been playing phone tag for the past 2 hours, and he was in a really cute mood, telling me all about his beach/car thing. Then he drops a bomb on me so nonchalantly that i could strangle him. Way to have no respect for my feelings (How often do I not do things because they make you uncomfortable.. perhaps you dont realize it, but very often.) Don't tell me you hadn't decided because of me, it was because you didn't know if you had to work, which youd told me early on in the conversation. Especially after what we talked about a week ago in the basement.. that youd really stoop that low for "help" is pretty fucked up. I am pretty disgusted right now. Yeah, you said you wont do it, but I have a feeling you will anyway.
*tears hair out*
Anyway.
I had a lovely conversation last night with a drunken fellow, and figured out the way to keep him talking is to keep a steady alcohol IV tucked into his arm. We will get together soon. I'll bring the beer.. haha
time for breakfast