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Tonight just feels like one of those nights. It's so lovely outside. Just cool and damp from rain that you don't want a jacket. I helped mom move furniture today--it's been a crazy week and weekend overall.
Renee gave me the task of creating flyers for day-by-day specials for Subway. She also wanted me to make individual ones to place on the top of the sneeze guard each day so people will know what to expect that day. Well, unbeknown to me, our Regional manager, Laura--who we all fear because she holds our store's fate in her hands--stopped by, and was so impressed with my work that she wanted to slap an official logo on it and may have future assignments for me in the advertising/marketing industry. Which is like...I dunno...HUGE, coming from her. She's really nice, but she has to take her job seriously. When I met her the second time, I told her it was nice to see her again. She seemed taken aback by that and said she appreciated that, since most people dreaded the "visit". She inspects our stores to make sure everything is up to standards before an official health inspection comes along. If nothing is to her liking, she has the authority to shut the store down. So we must bow to her wishes. But she's a nerdy kid deep down, a regular person like anyone else. I like her, and our district manager Bob. Bob's a pudgy, talkative southern man, who is unnaturally peppy -all- the time. But he means well. He gave us a pep talk, and the reason I admire him above all the other corporate people is that he started off working on the line just like we did, and worked his way up. So he knows the value of hard work, and we took his talk to heart. It's nice to have corporate people you can joke with when they visit. It makes the work environment less tensioned.
I went to get Subway for Breakfast this morning after my weird four hour nap stint. Bekkah wrote "dumbass" on my wrapper, so I'm reporting it to Renee as harassment. I'm off the clock and expect to be treated like any other customer, not be harassed with childishness just because its a fact that I work there. Plus it offended my family, and I wont stand for that.
Someone stole my identity, but they didn't get very far because the IRS is actually intelligent. All my information is now safeguarded and a police report has been filed.
I got my college transcripts sent to the colleges I'm applying for, so now I have to call Job Corps on Monday since their offices are closed on the weekends.
I had a good week with Michael. Is it sad that I worry our conversations will dwindle to nothingness like most other times I've tried to converse with someone over a long period of time? I've been working on a gift for him and Heather, just as a token of gratitude and to show my sincerity in our friendship. It's been a long while since I've felt at home with someone. When he told me about his past love with Nicole and how I was compared to her, I felt deeply honored. To know I was compared to someone who was a great inspiration, someone who loved and accepted him in his life, it makes my heart soar high. I do love and accept Michael--he thinks so lowly of himself when he is so gifted and talented. He has a good, but stressful job. A functioning marriage of six years. A new home to work on. His Gar are his passion--and they are becoming a bit of an odd obsession for myself even. It is hard not to adore those fish when they are so unique--especially the rare ones. He's very intelligent, very funny, and very level-headed. He's an incredible author and poet, and his cleverness never ceases to amaze me. I am -incredibly- honored and humbled to be his friend. I would have been a fool to turn away from him.
It truly makes me feel like a better person to know that I have helped him grow in some ways. I've equally grown in the time I've known him. Even before we began to extensively talk and get to know each other, it was always a pleasure to see him and take a moment to catch up with him when he'd visit. I was wary at first, because of how protective he was over Arra. But as time went by, I began to understand. In some ways I understand him, and in other ways, I wish he could see what I see. He loathes himself, though I can't understand why. He is Human, and he makes Human decisions, and that can lead to mistakes. But I hope, I truly hope he does not blame himself for things in the past. I hope he does not regret them or hope to take them back. He would not be the Michael he is today. Am I selfish for hoping these things? Especially if they are why he hates himself so?
I still read that email, over and over. I absorb those words. They make me so happy to see his epiphany. Of wanting to make things right with Nicole. Knowing she still wears the gift he gave to her, and the charms on the Gargoyle to protect her even when he's not there. It's so charming and lovely. I am so very, very glad we have learned from each other. I can't even begin to express how happy it makes me! I value and treasure--so deeply--the honesty of him in admitting those things to me. Even he was not sure why he was telling me these things. Our waves are very synchronized, and as I said before: for the first time, I feel at home. Talking to Michael was always natural--even our brief encounters. He was always Michael to me. I was always Brittany to him. It was like seeing a very old friend after a very long time. And when I gave him my email, I figured it would be a once-in-a-while thing. I didn't realize it'd become an every day routine--I even get up at decent hours during my work week to email him. I hope to make this a very true friendship. I owe so much to him, and he has no idea.
I wanted to get that out of my head so I can maybe get some sleep. I bought a metal mosaic piece of art for my room. Its a dark teal color--a sun surrounded by glass tiles. I also found decals to place at my headboard that would make for lovely wall art so I'll play with that tomorrow.
Gotta try to get some sleep so I can get up.
Renee gave me the task of creating flyers for day-by-day specials for Subway. She also wanted me to make individual ones to place on the top of the sneeze guard each day so people will know what to expect that day. Well, unbeknown to me, our Regional manager, Laura--who we all fear because she holds our store's fate in her hands--stopped by, and was so impressed with my work that she wanted to slap an official logo on it and may have future assignments for me in the advertising/marketing industry. Which is like...I dunno...HUGE, coming from her. She's really nice, but she has to take her job seriously. When I met her the second time, I told her it was nice to see her again. She seemed taken aback by that and said she appreciated that, since most people dreaded the "visit". She inspects our stores to make sure everything is up to standards before an official health inspection comes along. If nothing is to her liking, she has the authority to shut the store down. So we must bow to her wishes. But she's a nerdy kid deep down, a regular person like anyone else. I like her, and our district manager Bob. Bob's a pudgy, talkative southern man, who is unnaturally peppy -all- the time. But he means well. He gave us a pep talk, and the reason I admire him above all the other corporate people is that he started off working on the line just like we did, and worked his way up. So he knows the value of hard work, and we took his talk to heart. It's nice to have corporate people you can joke with when they visit. It makes the work environment less tensioned.
I went to get Subway for Breakfast this morning after my weird four hour nap stint. Bekkah wrote "dumbass" on my wrapper, so I'm reporting it to Renee as harassment. I'm off the clock and expect to be treated like any other customer, not be harassed with childishness just because its a fact that I work there. Plus it offended my family, and I wont stand for that.
Someone stole my identity, but they didn't get very far because the IRS is actually intelligent. All my information is now safeguarded and a police report has been filed.
I got my college transcripts sent to the colleges I'm applying for, so now I have to call Job Corps on Monday since their offices are closed on the weekends.
I had a good week with Michael. Is it sad that I worry our conversations will dwindle to nothingness like most other times I've tried to converse with someone over a long period of time? I've been working on a gift for him and Heather, just as a token of gratitude and to show my sincerity in our friendship. It's been a long while since I've felt at home with someone. When he told me about his past love with Nicole and how I was compared to her, I felt deeply honored. To know I was compared to someone who was a great inspiration, someone who loved and accepted him in his life, it makes my heart soar high. I do love and accept Michael--he thinks so lowly of himself when he is so gifted and talented. He has a good, but stressful job. A functioning marriage of six years. A new home to work on. His Gar are his passion--and they are becoming a bit of an odd obsession for myself even. It is hard not to adore those fish when they are so unique--especially the rare ones. He's very intelligent, very funny, and very level-headed. He's an incredible author and poet, and his cleverness never ceases to amaze me. I am -incredibly- honored and humbled to be his friend. I would have been a fool to turn away from him.
It truly makes me feel like a better person to know that I have helped him grow in some ways. I've equally grown in the time I've known him. Even before we began to extensively talk and get to know each other, it was always a pleasure to see him and take a moment to catch up with him when he'd visit. I was wary at first, because of how protective he was over Arra. But as time went by, I began to understand. In some ways I understand him, and in other ways, I wish he could see what I see. He loathes himself, though I can't understand why. He is Human, and he makes Human decisions, and that can lead to mistakes. But I hope, I truly hope he does not blame himself for things in the past. I hope he does not regret them or hope to take them back. He would not be the Michael he is today. Am I selfish for hoping these things? Especially if they are why he hates himself so?
I still read that email, over and over. I absorb those words. They make me so happy to see his epiphany. Of wanting to make things right with Nicole. Knowing she still wears the gift he gave to her, and the charms on the Gargoyle to protect her even when he's not there. It's so charming and lovely. I am so very, very glad we have learned from each other. I can't even begin to express how happy it makes me! I value and treasure--so deeply--the honesty of him in admitting those things to me. Even he was not sure why he was telling me these things. Our waves are very synchronized, and as I said before: for the first time, I feel at home. Talking to Michael was always natural--even our brief encounters. He was always Michael to me. I was always Brittany to him. It was like seeing a very old friend after a very long time. And when I gave him my email, I figured it would be a once-in-a-while thing. I didn't realize it'd become an every day routine--I even get up at decent hours during my work week to email him. I hope to make this a very true friendship. I owe so much to him, and he has no idea.
I wanted to get that out of my head so I can maybe get some sleep. I bought a metal mosaic piece of art for my room. Its a dark teal color--a sun surrounded by glass tiles. I also found decals to place at my headboard that would make for lovely wall art so I'll play with that tomorrow.
Gotta try to get some sleep so I can get up.