This all went out the window when I got home from walking and found a message on my answering machine from my assistant manager. One of the people scheduled in called out, and she asked me to work. I am not the type of person to turn down five hours of overtime, so I changed clothes (I don't think the senior management would appreciate my pink Hollister t-shirt and my red shorts from Abercrombie & Fitch with white paint pre-splattered on them) and headed to work, sending Justin a text message before heading there.
I worked until five, and then went to Annandale, stopping at McDonald's for a salad and three cookies. I then went to Safeway for one more cookie (fear not, I ended the day with 2100 calories, which, while not a diet day, is still acceptable), then went to Justin's place.
His creepy landlord Michael and Michael's eighteen year old boy toy were there as well, but Justin and I kept to ourselves and watched the rest of a football game. I really didn't care about it, but one has to do these things sometimes. It was nice just to be able to spend some time with my boyfriend.
I am working tomorrow at nine, so I have to head to bed if I am getting up for walking. I will admit that the last few days at work have gone by extremely quickly. I still have the feeling of impending doom on a daily basis, but once I get started with the day, things are okay.
So I now retire, and hope to have something new to discuss with my next entry.
Eric Out.
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