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Third home game day of the season was really fun. I worked chicken for a little while, then I...don't really remember what I was doing after that. Then I had a break and sat alone in front of some random building on campus, called my parents and the main man, and then went back to work. I was supposed to work drive-thru with Ox, but I sort of stole it away from him, and he ran orders the whole night. We had all the positions extremely defined; it was great. And I had a freaking blast on drive thru, and I'm never looking back to a time when I didn't have a blast.
I talked to Wayne and the district manager about transferring, and I think by the end of the year I may be moving over to Cane's 2 on Lee. We'll see. I think I'll miss everybody a lot more than they'll miss me, but hey. It's all part of learning, right?
Yeah, I don't think it's wrong that all I write about lately is work. (I feel the need to rationalize. It will pass; I'm still in an uncomfortable, unpleasant, three-year-long freshman phase in my career.) And I don't think it's wrong that I want to be as far away from you and you and you as possible when you're being that friendly, when I know without a doubt that you have other motives. (No, I don't need to trade my man in for a better model. I love him, and he's the best I have ever known of. Back off, please.) And I don't think it's wrong to work as much as I need to, drink if I want to, or make new friends even though we can't spend enough quality time with each other already. (Please understand. I'm trying. If you come at any old time, I'll never know when I should prepare my heart...There must be rites.)
I talked to Wayne and the district manager about transferring, and I think by the end of the year I may be moving over to Cane's 2 on Lee. We'll see. I think I'll miss everybody a lot more than they'll miss me, but hey. It's all part of learning, right?
Yeah, I don't think it's wrong that all I write about lately is work. (I feel the need to rationalize. It will pass; I'm still in an uncomfortable, unpleasant, three-year-long freshman phase in my career.) And I don't think it's wrong that I want to be as far away from you and you and you as possible when you're being that friendly, when I know without a doubt that you have other motives. (No, I don't need to trade my man in for a better model. I love him, and he's the best I have ever known of. Back off, please.) And I don't think it's wrong to work as much as I need to, drink if I want to, or make new friends even though we can't spend enough quality time with each other already. (Please understand. I'm trying. If you come at any old time, I'll never know when I should prepare my heart...There must be rites.)