It was a better day today…

It was a better day today. I was a little sleepy when I got up this morning, but that is normal. I had to get up at 7:30 because I am now doing the paperwork at DQ. So I got there at 8:00. It took me a whole 15 MINUTES! Too easy. And tomorrow it will take me even less time because half of it is done already.

Well, Rita called in sick this morning at 8:25. We have a policy that the employee must call in at least 4 hrs before they are scheduled to work. She was shceduled to work at 10:00. Well, we get a tip later, unbeknownst to the person that gave the tip, but the point is, Rita has been released. It will be interesting to see if her husband Tom quits because of it. Dah well, it will be more hours for me, thus more money.

Steve, my boss, has already decided that I am going to be head shiftleader. $8/hr, here I come, soon. He showed me how to check the orders we get today, and talked to me about hiring/firing people.

So, I came hjome in a good mood today, because I was caught up the entire day and wasn’t rushed to get my stuff done. Hoever, still no call from Amy. Everytime I thought about her at work, which was frequently, it made me sad because of what my parents said. So I had to try and stop thinking of her, which was hard. But now that I am home, I can…and did, most all night. We went to Red Lobster for my brother’s birthday dinner, but it was packed. There were some cute girls there, and I had dressed up for a “night on the town,” but they reminded me of Amy, so I couldn’t (and don’t usually) make any action to hint any interest in any of them; because I wasn’t really. Why would I give up on someone that I am not sure had given up on me yet? The smart thing to do (for those that are reading) is to wait and see what happens, and continue with the planned activities, (in this case, my letter that is due on Jan. 1st to her) bring it up then, but not so that it is scary and apprears to be an obsession. Now if it turns out bad for me, then I take what I have gained, learned, and what I know now and move on. I know that we were not “boyfriend/girlfriend” by, or between rather, us but by everyone else’s view, we were. Always together, always talking about each other, and wouldn’t take nothing from no one when it came to dating other people, we just didn’t do it.

She and I started this venture on a “man-/woman-hater” week because both of us had just gotten rid of a relationship that wasn’t working. So we went to the movies, I invited her, in hopes that she would go because it is more fun to go with someone. We were going to see 007: Die Another Day, but it was sold out. So we saw The Santa Clause 2. We cuddled, under the pretense that it was friendly flirtting (“it wasn’t going to mean anything,” is how she put it). As long as we were clear on what it meant, I didn’t mind. This one meant I could have fun and not worry about it. Then she says…”Well, it does mean a little something…” (dang it…now I have to figure out what is going on.) But it was ok. After the movie, a little more cuddling, and then it sealed it. And I will leave the reader at that. Amy and I know what happened, and that’s all you need to know, so don’t ask.

Anyway, we hung out for the next month as “friends,” but when we hung out it turned out to be more than “friends.” Like we were dating or something. She enjoyed it, I enjoyed it, and I am having a hard time tying this back into another subject so I can stop…

Oh yeah. On my AIM profile for about the last two weeks of school in the fall, I had relationship questions that I had a few responses on, so I put them to a webpage one day, and my mom saw them today. She didn’t have much to say because I didn’t put much work into the page. But she did grill me over the Protractor X’s website. I mentioned that I know the guy who started it, but had to retract that statement, because I have never met him. It was getting hairy, but there was nothing I could do because I knew none of the answers to the questions she was asking. So that was wierd.

Well that’s all for today. My hand hurts, I wrote this in 20 minutes. Laterz.

Song in my head: “I’m with you” – Avril Lavigne
Craving: Red Lobster – Lobster w/ butter in particular
Mood: Stuffed/Zypotic (I’ll explain tomorrow)
Thought: “Hmm…Amy, call me, I miss ya…I need something to do outside of work. 5 Hours is not a lot of time after work.”
Quote: “I know you’re out there…somewhere out there” – Our Lady Peace