If you can't go anywhere else, you can always go home.
Today started out horrific. Reading 'New Moon' again really (excuse the cliche) opens up the hole in my heart that Patrick used to occupy. I dreamed about an ex-boyfriend, I dreamed about Patrick AND I dreamed about an old childhood sweetheart-type crush/BFF. I woke up with a complete sense of loneliness and vulnerability.
There's those days when u wake up & just want a hug & some platonic interaction w the male species... & that's ur emo Jessica for the day... so days like this are the days that I really miss Patrick & these are the days that start out w tears.
It was an emo kind of morning while getting ready. To top it off, I was welcomed to work by a huge fucking mess left by the doctor from over the weekend - computers turned completely off, server down, systems not working properly, my papers and things I had set from Friday askew and some missing. It was a lovely morning to say the least - "Happy Monday!" /sarcasm. 11:30a rolled around and my cell rang. I didn't recognize the number but I'd been expecting a call for over a week. It was George, my old boss. He called to let me know that they had my old position just open back up and to let him know if I was interested. Well DUH. So now I'll be working full-time at the doctor's office and back to my part-time supervisor job in retail. When I walked in today to go do my paperwork for re-hire it just felt right.
It felt like home.
Today started out horrific. Reading 'New Moon' again really (excuse the cliche) opens up the hole in my heart that Patrick used to occupy. I dreamed about an ex-boyfriend, I dreamed about Patrick AND I dreamed about an old childhood sweetheart-type crush/BFF. I woke up with a complete sense of loneliness and vulnerability.There's those days when u wake up & just want a hug & some platonic interaction w the male species... & that's ur emo Jessica for the day... so days like this are the days that I really miss Patrick & these are the days that start out w tears.
It was an emo kind of morning while getting ready. To top it off, I was welcomed to work by a huge fucking mess left by the doctor from over the weekend - computers turned completely off, server down, systems not working properly, my papers and things I had set from Friday askew and some missing. It was a lovely morning to say the least - "Happy Monday!" /sarcasm. 11:30a rolled around and my cell rang. I didn't recognize the number but I'd been expecting a call for over a week. It was George, my old boss. He called to let me know that they had my old position just open back up and to let him know if I was interested. Well DUH. So now I'll be working full-time at the doctor's office and back to my part-time supervisor job in retail. When I walked in today to go do my paperwork for re-hire it just felt right.
It felt like home.
