Happy things
It's a big change for me to live in a place that's predominantly white and black. There aren't so many Hispanics around here, and even fewer Asians so I tend to stick out more so than I used to.
I have a new job (something like technology retail) and it's situated between a few major cities but it's also close to a lot of small towns, meaning I get a lot of people who either know way more than I do about what I'm supposed to be selling and a lot of people who know next to nothing because they live in some hole.
At this job, someone was supposed to be coming today to train me on a specific service that we sell. I knew this a few days in advance, so last night I went to bed knowing that the next day, I would be meeting someone and learning a few new things.
After dreaming about a rusty toilet and other things, I dreamt about my trainer coming in, training me and flirting at the same time, then inviting me to lunch after my shift - his treat. In my dream, I declined, as I care about my boyfriend very much and I'd much rather go home to eat lunch, knowing in my heart that the only reason I was here was because I wanted to be with my boyfriend Sean and only him.
Whenever Sean and I argue (which isn't often, luckily) I start thinking about leaving to somewhere or maybe even someone, then I always start crying because of the aforementioned reason. I don't want to leave his side.
So I went in to work today. Some smart looking clothes, no makeup, just some chapstick, and sometime during my shift the trainer comes in. An introduction, a handshake, then he decides he wants to get some coffee with me. It's a place just a few doors down from my store, and if I "didn't want coffee," he said, "then just walk with me over there."
He goes and asks my manager if we could get some coffee, the chief said it was fine, and so we went. We get there, and he buys me a cup without my asking.
After we get back and go through some training, we engage in some small talk. He asks if I was up here living with a friend, as I told him earlier that I moved here from Miami. My manager was close by and he knows that I'm living with my boyfriend and that I moved here specifically for him, and I know that I shouldn't lead guys (or girls) on, so I told him that I was living with my boyfriend.
His face dropped and he said, "Oh."
It makes me feel bad, but not bad enough cause my Sean is one sexy guy.
I have a new job (something like technology retail) and it's situated between a few major cities but it's also close to a lot of small towns, meaning I get a lot of people who either know way more than I do about what I'm supposed to be selling and a lot of people who know next to nothing because they live in some hole.
At this job, someone was supposed to be coming today to train me on a specific service that we sell. I knew this a few days in advance, so last night I went to bed knowing that the next day, I would be meeting someone and learning a few new things.
After dreaming about a rusty toilet and other things, I dreamt about my trainer coming in, training me and flirting at the same time, then inviting me to lunch after my shift - his treat. In my dream, I declined, as I care about my boyfriend very much and I'd much rather go home to eat lunch, knowing in my heart that the only reason I was here was because I wanted to be with my boyfriend Sean and only him.
Whenever Sean and I argue (which isn't often, luckily) I start thinking about leaving to somewhere or maybe even someone, then I always start crying because of the aforementioned reason. I don't want to leave his side.
So I went in to work today. Some smart looking clothes, no makeup, just some chapstick, and sometime during my shift the trainer comes in. An introduction, a handshake, then he decides he wants to get some coffee with me. It's a place just a few doors down from my store, and if I "didn't want coffee," he said, "then just walk with me over there."
He goes and asks my manager if we could get some coffee, the chief said it was fine, and so we went. We get there, and he buys me a cup without my asking.
After we get back and go through some training, we engage in some small talk. He asks if I was up here living with a friend, as I told him earlier that I moved here from Miami. My manager was close by and he knows that I'm living with my boyfriend and that I moved here specifically for him, and I know that I shouldn't lead guys (or girls) on, so I told him that I was living with my boyfriend.
His face dropped and he said, "Oh."
It makes me feel bad, but not bad enough cause my Sean is one sexy guy.