Oct 06, 2008 02:45
I'm posting at 3am because Bella not so gently nudged me awake so that she could go potty. I went back to bed, but discovered that I have too much on my mind to fall back asleep. Hopefully spewing my thoughts on the internet will help me.
I am growing a love for work. This is mainly due to the amazing coworkers. They all knew that I have been sick for a very long time (since 9/8), and when I came in today they greeted me with hugs an happy smiles. I later found out that they had too many people scheduled to work and the manager asked them who they wanted to come in. They immediately shouted my name. It is so nice to be liked and to know it.
The new manager is a hundred times better than the ass that we're used to working for. He smiles when you talk to him and he actually looks you in the eyes. When you ask him to do something for you and thank him he acknowledges you and says, "No problem." You can tell that he appreciates you because he says, "Thank you" after you do anything for him. I let him know that we were all much happier with him there. I told him how tense I used to be with the other manager. "More mistakes happen that way," he replied. And he is so right.
One of the best supervisors walked out on his shift the other day. He just put on his jacket, grabbed his drink and left. He was sick and tired of our boss bitching at him for things that he is not responsible for. I hope that he doesn't get fired and that it knocks some sense into our boss. Luckily, our boss has been so busy at the new Irvine location that he basically leaves us alone. However, he monitors us on his seventeen cameras and is freakin Big Brother.
Work was especially interesting today. Well, technically yesterday. I got hit on. It wasn't the usual flirting that occurs every now and then, but this guy Adam actually asked for my number. Here was our conversation:
Adam: Can I ask you a question?
Me (thinking that it was about our menu): Of course!
A: What's your name?
M: Min. M-I-N (I always spell out my name when introducing myself. It's just easier this way)
A: Where are you from?
M: I'm from Hacienda Heights. So around here.
A: Oh, that's close. (He was a little too excited about that) Well, do you have a boyfriend?
M: Yes, I do.
A: Ah! Of course a girl like you already has a boyfriend. I bet you get this all the time.
M: Actually, I don't.
A: Well, can you have male friends? (Brandon thinks that he was just trying to save face in front of his friends)
M: Um...yeah. I guess so.
A: Well then can I have your number?
M: Uh...I don't think so.
A: Oh, come on. It's always good to make new friends.
M: I don't think my boyfriend will be very happy about that.
A: Well then can I give you my number?
M: Sure, but I can't promise that I will call you.
A: That's okay.
Then I walk away awkwardly after giving an uncomfortable laugh. I later pass by and he has his business card waiting for me. I went over to take away some plates and his friend notices my ring. I think Brandon gave me this ring to ward off boys.
Friend: Oh, shoot. She even has a wedding band on.
M: It's a promise ring.
A: Are you guys engaged?
M: Not technically.
A: How long have you been together?
M: Just about four and a half years.
A: Oh. Wow. Well here's my card. My AIM is right there. AIM me sometime.
M: I don't think so.
A: Come on. It's always good to make new friends.
M: But you have different intentions.
A: Me? Naw. What makes you think that? What about Facebook?
M: Yeah, sure. I guess that would be okay. What's your name? (I look down at the card) Adam. Okay, Adam. I'll look you up.
I walk away even more awkwardly and then I threw away his business card when I was out of his sight.
So at first I really was flattered. It's an ego booster when I get hit on in the proper way. Proper meaning not shouting "Hey, Baby!" from across the street. But he knew that I had a boyfriend and he kept going on and on and would not give up. Does he expect me to suddenly fall in love with him and leave Brandon? I really doubt that he really wanted to be just friends.
At least they left a good tip.
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I started thinking about Brandon while trying to fall asleep. Thinking about him usually helps me clear my mind. But then I started thinking about how he chose Infantry as his top branch preference. He's going to be one of the first ones there kicking down doors and being shot at. I knew that he had been considering going into Infantry since Plebe year, but the possibility of it seemed so far away. Now, it is so real.
His roommate asked me how I felt about it and I just said, "No comment." All I could say was that I support him. I do just want him to be happy, and I completely trust his judgment.
Brandon explained to me before why he would want to choose Infantry. He said that he didn't want to be stuck behind a desk because he wouldn't feel like he was really serving the country. It makes perfect sense, but why am I so upset? I suppose you can say that I am being selfish, but is it so wrong to want him to sit behind a desk so that I know he is coming home?
I asked him if he wanted to get married before or after he got deployed. He told me that it was my decision because "what if something happened?" How terrible is that to hear? Of course I would want to get married before he got deployed. It isn't really an easy decision, but I want to be married to him. And if something did happen to him I need to be able to be there. What if they didn't let me see him or they won't tell me anything because I'm not "family"?
And on the matter of when to get married is so complicated. I have determined that the reason why so many people get married right after graduating West Point is not because they can't wait to marry the one they love, but because it is convenient. If we got married in June he would have time off and we could actually go on a honeymoon and enjoy at least a few months together as a married couple. He would be able to have his cadet friends attend the wedding because they also have time off. This may not be the case later on. His friends could be anywhere in the world.
But if we got married in June we would have no money for the wedding. We're broke because of Bella, and it seems like the minimum you need for a wedding is $10,000. And then is it even guaranteed that they'll give him leave for the wedding? And if they do, how much time would we have together?
Can you see why I am still awake?
This was supposed to be easy.