I am happy to see I have a bit more work on my desk today than normal. I guess because I left early yesterday and couldn’t clean all my work up before leaving. Plus, Jack “ass” is the one who normally covers for me and I already explained how Jack’s work ethic is. So, I am not surprised that I have a pile of work waiting for me. But I always like when I am busy, time just goes by faster when you are busy and not just pretending to be busy. I know so many people who would say I would love to not be busy at work, because at least you get paid for being bored and doing nothing. Not me, never was that type of person and I honestly don't see myself ever becoming like that. I begin sorting through my pile of work and start my day. Janet and I take lunch together today, she wants to hear all about what happened on Monday night to me on my way home. So, I fill her in as much as I can in the half hour lunch that we get. I also only share as much as I want to her to know, somethings are better left unsaid. I don't go into Warren’s gorgeous features, that is one of the details that I withhold. Or what an asshole I think he is because he thinks he can fuck me over and play me for a fool. I let it go with just explaining how some guy ran into the back of me and pretty much parked inside my car. You know just the bare bones of the real story. But she seems satisfied with what I share with her and we are on our way back to the grind. I am usually the first one to leave for the day which is the case today. Janet and Alexis are still working away as I walk up front to leave. I stop by Alexis's desk to chat a little bit before escaping out the door. I really haven't talked to her this week and I wanted to thank her again for letting me leave yesterday in order to take care of everything that I needed to. I must of course go through the story of what had happened on Monday night, I should of known she was going to ask for the low down also. So I give her the same short story that I had given to Janet, thinking I should have just taped my lunch conversation with Janet and had provided the recording to Alexis. She too seems satisfied with what she hears. She explains how glad she is that the guy that hit me had insurance and that everything got taken care of the way it did with no hiccups. I think I never thought of that, but she is exactly right. As my mind begins plugging away with thoughts of how many fools are out there driving around uninsured or for that matter without valid licenses. Great I think thanks a lot just another thing for me to stress out about, being afraid of getting hit by one of those morons. Like my stress and worry lists aren’t big enough already. But another secret that I keep well hidden, the people at work really don't need to know how fucked up I am. I mean I think Janet has a pretty good idea that I may be running on a nut or two being loose but not about the half that are just fucking missing. I smile and tell my co-workers to have a good night and after the new worries that were freshly entered my mind I also include to include the be safe going home. I say you never know, and they say true, and say that I should be safe. Oh, I think I will don't you worry about that, I know I wouldn't get as lucky as getting run into by another gorgeous man like Warren a second time. Not too mention someone with insurance and a valid license and all his shit in order. I connect my phone to the blue tooth in the rental car and call my mom on my ride home. I figured I really should give her a call because on Tuesday morning I was so quick to hang up with her. Plus, I assume by now she should have calmed down, and should be on her normal mom level by today. My dad answers, the man of very few words and multiple grunts. I greet him with my normal Hi Dad, how are you? I get in response, “Ok” followed by dead air. So, I break the silence with, “is mom there?” Then the “yep, hold on.” Then I hear him announcing “it's Sophie.” I hear my mom reply to him ok. He then gets back to the phone, “she will be right here.” I quickly say, before he has the chance to put down the phone, “ok, I love you.” Then that is where the grunt will be heard in response. I learned to decipher the grunt to mean a couple different things, it all depends what type of question it is the answer to. For example, there is the grunt in this case this is the you too grunt. There are multiple grunt definitions, I have gained the knowledge of them years, but every once in a while I will get a grunt response and he will baffle me and I will not know what my answer was. But all in all I can usually figure it out. Mom answers with her normal greeting, “hi honey, how are you today?” I can already tell that we are on our normal phone call already, she doesn’t immediately say anything about the accident. We talk about my grandmother and how much she can upset the family and drive them crazy at times, and conversations about my dad and just the normal family things. It is usually the same conversations, which I have learned to appreciated because when they aren’t there is an issue and they usually are not happy calls. I used to feel bad for my mom because they really didn't have a lot of close friends that they would hang out with while I was growing up. I really don't remember many friends coming over on Friday nights and weekends. But then again, I think it had a lot to do with my dad’s work schedule, he was never around much, and the weekends were reserved I guess more for family time. I mean there were friends here and there but not many. Now since my dad has retired and they joined a church they have one or two couples that they are really close with and get together with them quite a bit. Before that my mom I felt like my mom was lonely and I really understood, because I know how it is to not have anyone to really talk to that isn’t related to you. I mean you can’t talk to me about how much I piss her off or at my dad and tell him he is just a big old bastard, you know what I mean. I mean we all need to have someone that we can talk to and get the shit off our chests that we need to. At least for me I was able to go to school or work and have people around me that I could socialize to with. Sometimes I wonder if that is why I really didn’t keep my friends after graduating high school. I mean not only because of my fucked-up thoughts that the man in my life comes first and would never get together with them, but maybe because I don’t know how to have friends and a relationship at the same time. Maybe I was never really taught how to juggle both of those relationships, if that makes any sense. Like I said growing up it was pretty much my mom and dad and grandparents just family. I kind of get lost in the conversation with my mom and then she is the one that is cutting me off this time, I chuckle and think we take turns doing that to each other I guess. She is in the middle of making dinner and her potatoes are boiling over onto the stove. I pass along my love to her and my dad, and we hang disconnect the call. |