I feel emo. Dave is in Pennsylvania until the 6th, and I layed the guilt on about me not wanting to be left alone in this big house with the roommates. It would feel weird. So I made several plans with backups to make him feel less guilty.
They fell through. I was questioned by cops at work because my country-ass doesn't know what a counterfeit 100 looks like, and the other day I got fed up with a certain managers nastiness and walked out in a shaky, teary blur.
Well, I still have the job, mostly because I was told the manager on duty would probably get fired if the general manager found out because there has been complaints about how nasty she gets and it has been a sore issue. Oh well.
I think news is spreading fast about what I did, mostly because they all think I'm this sweet, nice person and running out on a job to be spiteful completely defies canon.
I need a hug.