everything is just ok... and i'm ok with that.
life is hectic these days, but i'm somehow, magically, pulling through. school is absurdly challenging- but not because i can't do the work, but because i'm taking 17 hours and almost all of those classes are writing intensive. so in a given week, i might have as many as 6 (short) papers due. on thursday, i accidentally turned in an art history paper for a sociology class, and didn't realize it until a couple hours later when i got to the art history class and was thoroughly freaked out upon finding said sociology assignment in my bag. so i brought the CORRECT paper to my prof, and it all worked out, and she laughed and gave me a high-five for catching it before her... then she complimented my outfit. then, i skipped another sociology class to study for an exam in a different art history class; kicked the exam's ass; sprinted home to get my (blank) homework assignment that was due in a class that started in 30 minutes... skimmed the reading at record speed; did the homework; printed it out; sprinted to class; had an excellent discussion in the class; went to my next class (astronomy lab at 7 p.m.); got the lab done and left early (at 9:15)... and then i drove to my hot boss's house and we watched an old movie and ate nachos and he taught me some jiu jitsu and showed me some of his paintings and THEN, unexpectedly, we kissed.
shit. i think i'm dating my hot boss. he's just the department lead. he doesn't write my schedules or tell me when i've gotten into trouble. he just does inventory and has meetings with the managers who tell me when i'm in trouble, or who write my schedules. so we talked about the kiss, and the fact that i'm studying abroad in the fall, and that neither of us wants to get into anything serious, nor do we want to do something long distance when i leave... and we talked about the conflict of interest and professionalism and how we didn't want to piss people off or make them suspect favoritism... and then we decided that as long as the (whatever it is that we are doing) stays casual, and in no way effects things at work, then i guess... let's do (whatever it is that we're doing).
and last night he wrote me a short, sweet poem. nothing too mushy or outrageously romantic. it was just simple, and tender. i had butterflies in my stomach all day. i'm so glad he's out of town and i won't see him till tuesday or wednesday. i need time to get my head screwed back on straight. eek! i have no idea what i'm doing!
shit. i think i'm dating my hot boss. he's just the department lead. he doesn't write my schedules or tell me when i've gotten into trouble. he just does inventory and has meetings with the managers who tell me when i'm in trouble, or who write my schedules. so we talked about the kiss, and the fact that i'm studying abroad in the fall, and that neither of us wants to get into anything serious, nor do we want to do something long distance when i leave... and we talked about the conflict of interest and professionalism and how we didn't want to piss people off or make them suspect favoritism... and then we decided that as long as the (whatever it is that we are doing) stays casual, and in no way effects things at work, then i guess... let's do (whatever it is that we're doing).
and last night he wrote me a short, sweet poem. nothing too mushy or outrageously romantic. it was just simple, and tender. i had butterflies in my stomach all day. i'm so glad he's out of town and i won't see him till tuesday or wednesday. i need time to get my head screwed back on straight. eek! i have no idea what i'm doing!