I have issues
So last Saturday was my last day of work at Ultimate Electronics/SoundTrack. It was weird to quit, but it was really a good thing that I did. My evil ex-boss told me that he had my replacement, a girl from Denver who was fully trained and therefore didn't need me there to train her, starting on Sunday. So he made Saturday my last day. Then I found out that they don't even know if she's even going to be working there, so it's just the other two CSRs, Melissa and Sethany (the evil bitch whore who I hate hate hate). So essentially he cut me out of working part-time, and therefore getting some extra Christmas money, for absolutely no reason, thus screwing over himself, the store, the other two CSRs, and me. Dumb. Fuck.
But in hindsight, I'm thrilled. Since my schedule at USAA is M-F 8am-4:30pm, I don't have to work nights or weekends. As much as I would have liked to have that extra money, not working at UE means I get to keep those nights and weekends. *hugs and loves on them*
Anyway.
So even though Saturday was my last day, I had promised Melissa I would come in on Sunday and show her how to do a bunch of stuff that she would be responsible for doing. (I hadn't shown her how to do it yet because I thought I would be working there PT for at least a month-I found out last Monday that the Saturday of the same week was going to be my last day. Thanks, Neil. Fucktard.) So I went in on Sunday and spent some quality time with Dewayne before everyone else showed up, because I'm a little worried about how much time we're going to be able to spend together now that we don't work together.
Well, I haven't seen him since then. I mean, I saw him today when I went in to pick up my check, and he was flirty, but this week we didn't contact each other at all. And I'm afraid that if we can't even talk the first week I'm gone, what will happen after two weeks? A month? Two months? Are we even going to know who the other is by January?
I guess my subconscious has decided to torture me, because I've had three bad dreams about him this week.
The first one was Monday night. In it, I decided one night that I wanted to go to the store and see him, just to say hi. So I come by after close, and stumble upon a theft ring operating out of the store. Dewayne is the ringleader. He's walking around like a Columbian drug lord, wearing cammo pants and no shirt, a machete strapped to his hip and an Uzi over his shoulder. He sees me, and is seconds from murdering the hell out of me when one of the other guys speaks up. He tells Dewayne that there's no point in killing me, because they all know I'd never do anything to hurt Dewayne, I'd never rat him out or do anything to get him in trouble, and that means the rest of the guys are safe, too. So why kill me? Then they have to deal with a body. Dewayne eventually (reluctantly) agrees. But he was totally going to riddle my body with bullets, or gut me like a damn trout.
The second one was Wednesday night, I think. It might have been Tuesday. In it, Dewayne and several of our friends and I go to this bar. It's a really cool bar, with three levels, stacked sort of like a stadium (essentially, it's not three levels one on top of the next). So Dewayne and I and the friends are on the first level, and I go to the bathroom. When I come out, they're all gone. After searching for like an hour, I find them all on the third level, and Dewayne has another chick in his lap. He didn't even remember that I'd been there with him.
The third one was last night. In it, Dewayne's wife caught us. I don't know why or how, but I was at their house when she came home and found Dewayne and I together. She freaked. The next night, inexplicably, I'm at their house again and I throw myself onto Dewayne's bed, and he starts silently spazzing and I roll over and she's right next to me, asleep. So I try and worm my way out of the bed without waking her up, and I manage to crawl onto the floor beside the bed, out of sight. Except she sees me somehow, and freaks out on both of us. Again. So Dewayne leads me out of the house, and I ask him something, and he just pushes me out the door. When I try to ask him when I'll see him again, he tells me not to call or text message him because he won't respond. He says we're done. He's choosing her over me.
Ack. Abandonment issues and separation anxiety, much? *le sigh*
But in hindsight, I'm thrilled. Since my schedule at USAA is M-F 8am-4:30pm, I don't have to work nights or weekends. As much as I would have liked to have that extra money, not working at UE means I get to keep those nights and weekends. *hugs and loves on them*
Anyway.
So even though Saturday was my last day, I had promised Melissa I would come in on Sunday and show her how to do a bunch of stuff that she would be responsible for doing. (I hadn't shown her how to do it yet because I thought I would be working there PT for at least a month-I found out last Monday that the Saturday of the same week was going to be my last day. Thanks, Neil. Fucktard.) So I went in on Sunday and spent some quality time with Dewayne before everyone else showed up, because I'm a little worried about how much time we're going to be able to spend together now that we don't work together.
Well, I haven't seen him since then. I mean, I saw him today when I went in to pick up my check, and he was flirty, but this week we didn't contact each other at all. And I'm afraid that if we can't even talk the first week I'm gone, what will happen after two weeks? A month? Two months? Are we even going to know who the other is by January?
I guess my subconscious has decided to torture me, because I've had three bad dreams about him this week.
The first one was Monday night. In it, I decided one night that I wanted to go to the store and see him, just to say hi. So I come by after close, and stumble upon a theft ring operating out of the store. Dewayne is the ringleader. He's walking around like a Columbian drug lord, wearing cammo pants and no shirt, a machete strapped to his hip and an Uzi over his shoulder. He sees me, and is seconds from murdering the hell out of me when one of the other guys speaks up. He tells Dewayne that there's no point in killing me, because they all know I'd never do anything to hurt Dewayne, I'd never rat him out or do anything to get him in trouble, and that means the rest of the guys are safe, too. So why kill me? Then they have to deal with a body. Dewayne eventually (reluctantly) agrees. But he was totally going to riddle my body with bullets, or gut me like a damn trout.
The second one was Wednesday night, I think. It might have been Tuesday. In it, Dewayne and several of our friends and I go to this bar. It's a really cool bar, with three levels, stacked sort of like a stadium (essentially, it's not three levels one on top of the next). So Dewayne and I and the friends are on the first level, and I go to the bathroom. When I come out, they're all gone. After searching for like an hour, I find them all on the third level, and Dewayne has another chick in his lap. He didn't even remember that I'd been there with him.
The third one was last night. In it, Dewayne's wife caught us. I don't know why or how, but I was at their house when she came home and found Dewayne and I together. She freaked. The next night, inexplicably, I'm at their house again and I throw myself onto Dewayne's bed, and he starts silently spazzing and I roll over and she's right next to me, asleep. So I try and worm my way out of the bed without waking her up, and I manage to crawl onto the floor beside the bed, out of sight. Except she sees me somehow, and freaks out on both of us. Again. So Dewayne leads me out of the house, and I ask him something, and he just pushes me out the door. When I try to ask him when I'll see him again, he tells me not to call or text message him because he won't respond. He says we're done. He's choosing her over me.
Ack. Abandonment issues and separation anxiety, much? *le sigh*