Questions first. No, I know nothing about a pink sweater. I don’t own one, and I don’t know anyone who does? And a big black rock? Got me. But I’ll pay extra attention. Metaphorically, of course, it could be anything. It’s funny that the weirdness comes up today. I was telling Candy Mountain guy about the loose woman who decided to live in my bedroom for a while this year. He thought it was cool. I said not so much. Also, one of the old employees – the one who came in last week and who I had to put in his place cuz that’s just the kinda bitch that I am – came in again tonight. I don’t think he realized I could both see and hear him. I’m 90% sure he was telling Candy Mountain guy and his buddy that I was hot. Which causes me to wonder if I misheard him, and/or if he needs glasses. Oh, and the petty cash thing? I think it was frowned upon and the money was returned, and that was that. They aren’t going to fire AM1, so…
Chicago, you can lose yourself. I can’t explain it any better than I have before, but it is possible. You lose a part of yourself, and you struggle to get it back. I’ve lost my peace. What T. would call my “coziness”. I know who I am and where I’m going. It’s not my path that I’m missing, it’s . . . like a piece of my soul.
T. got an email today. I’m constantly surprised that she’s surprised when things like this happen. But it really is one of her most endearing traits, and of course, that just draws them like bees to honey. That wide-eyed sort of, “What?” expression. Oh, poor, silly thing. Sometimes you need a Keeper. I’m glad you have The Boy. 
(and this is why you never could have stayed in B-town.)
Work sucked today, at both places. At Hell, I just don’t understand how people can be so… self-centered. Aren’t we all there on the same team, to help the same customers? In good news, I talked to one customer for twenty minutes. We just yakked, and that’s good for customer relations. And I had to do a rush order for another customer that I used to work with. He irritated the hell out of me at the Little Man’s Office, but it was so nice to hear someone who was happy to hear frome me….
Emailed Hockey this morning and wished him well for his trip this afternoon. He emailed me back around 4:30 or so. He was apparently in a hotel room and a bit… lonely. He also said something that sorta shocked me a bit… maybe he’s not as innocent as his face looks. But it also makes me think that AM1 and Chicago are both right – he’s looking for a lil’ sumthin’ sumthin’… which is fine, for now. But I don’t intend to stop talking to the other guys, and I certainly don’t intend to drop a damn thing in my life to make his life easier. Girl here has learned her lesson – give her a gold star!
Tonight, I miss a man. I want someone to cuddle with. I want someone to give a damn about me. Can’t you rent a guy? …. Oh yeah. They call them gigolos…
