It’s the busiest weekend in the travel industry which means it’s the slowest weekend for travel agents. Everyone with any sense booked in advance and if they tried to change now, all the flights are sold out. Which leaves me sitting at work with absolutely nothing to do.
The shitty part is, I fucked myself out of a three day weekend. I thought I was signing up for overtime on Sunday, but I got the date wrong, signed up for Saturday and now I can’t get out of it. Sucks, but at least I get a Friday night off, which never happens.
My ex-fiancee, Mina called me yesterday and we talked for an hour and a half. This means roughly, 15 minutes of conversation spread out over 75 minutes of uncomfortable silences. By the end of it all I was crying. She basically does’t know if we can still be friends after how our relationship fucked her life up. She’s coming in town over Christmas and not sure if she wants to see me.
I should have been a monk.
But… but if you were a monk then who would tell me cool stories and take me out for hot chocolate after purposely setting his meeting time with our professor for the session closest to mine?
Sorry, love… flashback… and I like you just the way you are… so THERE!
Thanks sweety!