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I worked both jobs yesterday. There's one manager at Tomatoes that I absolutely do not get along with. I couldn't really tell you why, it's just how it is. So... I pull in the driveway after a long day at The Manor and see his car. Great. I'm banging on the back door asking someone to let me in when the man of my dreams opens the door. (Picture white lights, wind machines, confetti, and soft music.) He is beautiful. I don't know anything about him. It doesn't matter. He'll be the only reason I gladly go to Tomatoes. Woot.