So yesterday will probably rank up there in my "10 Worst Days of My Life" list. But to be honest, when Jesse asked me if it could be worse, yeah, it could be. I got through this relatively unscathed
I knew for the most part what yesterday was going to be like, and it was what I choose to do that day. No, I wasn't expecting to have my boss make mention that my job was in danger, but I did know what conversation I was going to have to have with Jacob, and I knew that by hanging out with Jesse I'd be running into Frankie for the first time in so long.
So, I was 0 for 3 yesterday. And here are the backstories to all of it.
As far as my job goes, I know I did not misrepresent myself when I applied about my experience. I'm not gonna write much more, just because I've learned better in the past, but I'm very frustrated because I want to do a good job, but these are things that I would have never learned in either theatre or my relatively short time at the hotel, and there seems to be no inclination or ability to teach me here.
I think meeting up with Jacob was really the only thing that went remotely well. We actually had a great evening...went to dinner, watched Sin City, talked about all sorts of cool things, and enjoyed each others company as well as a bit of mutal cuddling that I think we both needed. So I'm glad that we're still friends, and that things went alright last night. I feel a lot better now, and think now I can move on from what happened in May.
As far as running into Frankie, that was another low blow I wasn't expecting. I was rather hurt lately because he had just dropped off the face of the earth after we broke up, and last night I found out why. In the last month while I was thinking about good memories and convincing myself that he cared, he was reconciling with his ex to the point that they've moved in together. Yeah. Well, I guess it's good for the kid. But yeah, last night he was nothing but ice to me. Whatever. I had a great time with Jesse and their friends, so fuck that shit. I'm over it.
So yeah. Even though all in all it was a pretty disasterous day, I do feel like I cut my losses in just about every aspect and have moved on. And like Jacob said, it's really just coming down to that this is all just God kicking me in the ass and telling me to get the hell out of Virginia.
So after a good cry last night and a comforting phone call from Jeremiah this morning, I'm ok again. All this stuff needed to happen, so I'm glad it's over with now. I think I'm gonna give Dana a call in a few minutes and see what he and Drew are up to. Oh, and Jacob told me that Heather moved in yesterday...so I sense a thrift store shopping spree sometime next week. :-)
Tomorrow: Summerslam and lots of beer and food with Chris.
I knew for the most part what yesterday was going to be like, and it was what I choose to do that day. No, I wasn't expecting to have my boss make mention that my job was in danger, but I did know what conversation I was going to have to have with Jacob, and I knew that by hanging out with Jesse I'd be running into Frankie for the first time in so long.
So, I was 0 for 3 yesterday. And here are the backstories to all of it.
As far as my job goes, I know I did not misrepresent myself when I applied about my experience. I'm not gonna write much more, just because I've learned better in the past, but I'm very frustrated because I want to do a good job, but these are things that I would have never learned in either theatre or my relatively short time at the hotel, and there seems to be no inclination or ability to teach me here.
I think meeting up with Jacob was really the only thing that went remotely well. We actually had a great evening...went to dinner, watched Sin City, talked about all sorts of cool things, and enjoyed each others company as well as a bit of mutal cuddling that I think we both needed. So I'm glad that we're still friends, and that things went alright last night. I feel a lot better now, and think now I can move on from what happened in May.
As far as running into Frankie, that was another low blow I wasn't expecting. I was rather hurt lately because he had just dropped off the face of the earth after we broke up, and last night I found out why. In the last month while I was thinking about good memories and convincing myself that he cared, he was reconciling with his ex to the point that they've moved in together. Yeah. Well, I guess it's good for the kid. But yeah, last night he was nothing but ice to me. Whatever. I had a great time with Jesse and their friends, so fuck that shit. I'm over it.
So yeah. Even though all in all it was a pretty disasterous day, I do feel like I cut my losses in just about every aspect and have moved on. And like Jacob said, it's really just coming down to that this is all just God kicking me in the ass and telling me to get the hell out of Virginia.
So after a good cry last night and a comforting phone call from Jeremiah this morning, I'm ok again. All this stuff needed to happen, so I'm glad it's over with now. I think I'm gonna give Dana a call in a few minutes and see what he and Drew are up to. Oh, and Jacob told me that Heather moved in yesterday...so I sense a thrift store shopping spree sometime next week. :-)
Tomorrow: Summerslam and lots of beer and food with Chris.
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