this is about before I left work
Tonight I stayed too long after I was supposed to leave, at work. Things kept being busy and Meg kept needing me. I like that Meg needed me, so it's OK.
The interesting part was when I came back into the store to load my car with my purchases. I was saying good-bye to everyone on the front end because I've been working far away from them. I approached Jon and Steven, and offered them both some raw almonds. Jon shook his head and said "No thanks, Baby." Steven declined, Ben declined. Bonnie said "EEwww, they look dry!" and ate five.
I picked up my bags and left, avoiding Jon's gaze as I left the building. Yeah. "Baby".
So, what, excactly, does this mean? Steven looked bored by the comment but I'm sure he was masking his astonishment and just does not want to become involved. What about Sean? He reads my entries sometimes but always with a grain of salt. He'll probably just think that this cry for help is all some silly joke.
I'm no homewrecker. I mean, Sean had been in the store a mere hour before this exchange. I even took a non-denominational Holiday Prepared Foods order from Sean's dad just before this as well. I also told Sean how much Marty likes him (as a person, NOT an object) while we chatted. This may become very complicated. I'm not sure how to proceed with things once I'm no longer working at the Holiday Table. This position has been a buffer from the people on the Front End, but what about when I'm back on the register? Has Jon purposefully picked a time when he knew Sean would be at home- recovering from surgery- to express his real feelings for me? Was his rejection of my nuts a symbol of his real expectations of me and my femininity? Of course this must be true- I could read all of it in his tortured face- but he sure has made things difficult for me. On the flip side I'm sure I've made things difficult for him, always wearing tight jeans and soft sweaters. Plus my winning smile.
But... I don't know. It looks like Sean won't be around much to monitor Jon and his blurbs. It looks like this is all on my shoulders now. I have to delineate the boundaries. And those boundaries are, ONLY after work. And not at their place. Definitely not here, the kitchen is a freakin' disaster. A motel it looks like- that's where the last guy happened. Somewhere in the South End where I probably won't run into friends or relatives (well- friends). And, uh, I didn't get a non-denominational Holiday Bonus this year, so it looks like Jon's going to have to foot the motel bill. Which he should understand and gladly pay because he started the whole thing.
The interesting part was when I came back into the store to load my car with my purchases. I was saying good-bye to everyone on the front end because I've been working far away from them. I approached Jon and Steven, and offered them both some raw almonds. Jon shook his head and said "No thanks, Baby." Steven declined, Ben declined. Bonnie said "EEwww, they look dry!" and ate five.
I picked up my bags and left, avoiding Jon's gaze as I left the building. Yeah. "Baby".
So, what, excactly, does this mean? Steven looked bored by the comment but I'm sure he was masking his astonishment and just does not want to become involved. What about Sean? He reads my entries sometimes but always with a grain of salt. He'll probably just think that this cry for help is all some silly joke.
I'm no homewrecker. I mean, Sean had been in the store a mere hour before this exchange. I even took a non-denominational Holiday Prepared Foods order from Sean's dad just before this as well. I also told Sean how much Marty likes him (as a person, NOT an object) while we chatted. This may become very complicated. I'm not sure how to proceed with things once I'm no longer working at the Holiday Table. This position has been a buffer from the people on the Front End, but what about when I'm back on the register? Has Jon purposefully picked a time when he knew Sean would be at home- recovering from surgery- to express his real feelings for me? Was his rejection of my nuts a symbol of his real expectations of me and my femininity? Of course this must be true- I could read all of it in his tortured face- but he sure has made things difficult for me. On the flip side I'm sure I've made things difficult for him, always wearing tight jeans and soft sweaters. Plus my winning smile.
But... I don't know. It looks like Sean won't be around much to monitor Jon and his blurbs. It looks like this is all on my shoulders now. I have to delineate the boundaries. And those boundaries are, ONLY after work. And not at their place. Definitely not here, the kitchen is a freakin' disaster. A motel it looks like- that's where the last guy happened. Somewhere in the South End where I probably won't run into friends or relatives (well- friends). And, uh, I didn't get a non-denominational Holiday Bonus this year, so it looks like Jon's going to have to foot the motel bill. Which he should understand and gladly pay because he started the whole thing.