Wake up, finally- after all the alarms have been sent to snooze at least once.
5:41 am: Cutting it close, gotta be there by 6 am. New hair cut, it’s short now. Almost short enough to wear down, but I think I still have to put it up. Food service and all. Damn, it’s like... really short. The ponytail is real awkward too, but oh well. I’ll make it work.
6:01 am: Coworker is calling to see if I’m coming. Yes, I’m on my way! I reply quickly, about to grab my shoes and purse. I left my car keys in my purse last night for the distinct purpose of NOT having to search for them. I have already noticed my boyfriend isn’t in bed. His buddy was here last night, they always stay up late. Hopefully he’s not still up! He’s going to need some sleep. Our son will be up in a few hours. I don’t see him on the couch, maybe the spare room?
6:04 am: I’m confused, kinda concerned, kinda pissed. I open the front door to look outside. My car is gone. His car is a piece of crap, so it makes sense he used it to take his friend home. As usual, all the time, without ever getting gas money. Which is fine and all, except it’s my money in the gas tank, my car that should be in the driveway. Now this is a real problem...
6:07 am: After getting no answer from the boyfriend’s phone, I call my manager to explain this stupid and bizarre situation. Apologizing and frustrated, excessively no avail. I’m calling and texting the friend, also nothing.
Between 6:08 am and around 7:30 am: I call the county jail, and the neighboring county just to check. I call the non-emergency police line for my city, which tells me no accident reports have been reported with names or vehicles matching my description. The neighboring county doesn’t give me any word on accident reports and the lady sounded like a bitch. Maybe it’s just me.
Finally around 7:30 am, I get a phone call from the missing boyfriend. He was so incredibly tired he was falling asleep on the way to the friend’s house! Mind you it’s like a 12 minute or less drive with no traffic in the wee morning hours. So instead of just, you know, surviving the arduous journey home, he decided to “sleep for just a minute” in the friend’s driveway. Did you? Was that your best solution? And you’re upset or offended that I suggested you better be in the hospital or in jail, otherwise there’s no excuse for this shit?
I’m sorry, I’ve been offered an assistant manager position, which includes a $2 or more raise, and I have to work on my attendance in order to get the promotion. I’m often a few minutes late, but that’s on me. Now, I’m almost 2 hours late because you slept in a fucking driveway, knowing full well you either a. Didn’t set an alarm or b. Wouldn’t wake up to an alarm anyways. And then when you get home I’m just so unmotivated I sit around for another 15 minutes or so wondering if I should even go in at all, but knowing full well that I will. I've never called off a whole day in two years. Plus I'm a closer so someone will get screwed over if I don't show.
Around 8 am: I rush myself through the doors, back to the office, and bitch about it to my manager, but I apologize first.
The rest of the day goes smooth enough, but there's that tiny voice piping up now and then. Can I even believe that shit? I mean...I cant even believe it, like how...seriously lame...can you be!
But also, he's lied his actual face off so many times. Is it necessarily a bad thing that I'm almost numb to this shit? Not quite, but almost.
The overflowing sink full of dishes that he vowed to do today only adds insult to injury. Carpe fuckin diem.