This morning I finally had the gall to rip off the band-aid. I called my job with every intention to quit. I had written a script. I was just going to do it. I was going to tell my manager Mike that I’m sorry, but it’s just not working out for me.
I was shaking like a newborn lamb and my my heart was pounding as I waited for someone to answer…..
Aaaand that someone just had to be the beautiful, wonderful, object-of-my-lust, Nathan. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. His voice is so sweet and so mellow and somehow intoxicating. If his voice was a liquid, I think it would be a honey-flavoured whiskey and I would eagerly chug it down bottle-after-bottle until it hurt to move and I couldn’t even remember my own name, and my liver just gave out and my very last words would be “Just one more shot”….
So he answered, and suddenly, my figurative balls just completely fell off and rolled away and I was completely flabbergasted. I asked for Mike. Mike wasn’t there. Shit. So I said ok-thanks-a-bunch-bye. I guess I will try again tomorrow.
I know it’s not the proper way of doing things. Quitting ovwr the phone is generally frowned upon. Usually a 2 week notice is required. But, I haven’t been there but 2 weeks and I hate the place. I hate it and I want to be free of it.
I want to be free of it and I want to also forget about Nathan.
Crushes suck. I thought I would have been over that shit in high school….