This I know.
I know I tend to talk more about my relationship with my boyfriend here than I do about my relationship with food and working out, but I can’t help it.
I’ve been depressed all day, and I’m likely to be depressed for the rest of the week. I work until 10pm tonight, which means that if I were to go to Dave’s, I wouldn’t get there until 2am. Which means we’d go straight to bed once I got there, get up, he has a doctor’s appointment, and we’d only have a couple of hours to be really together.
So, we’re skipping this week.
And I hate it. I’m so tempted to just do it, but I can’t. If he didn’t have that doctor’s appointment tomorrow, maybe. (I’m going to have to if I’m on 3-10pm Mondays regularly.) And we can’t even do anything in the City tomorrow because of it too.
It’s only Day Four of this job, and I already don’t want to go in. I’m working with the Assistant Manager, who was the one who snapped at me my first day, one of the Laid Back Managers, and one of the “I Act Like I’m A Manager” Cashiers. Yay. /sarcasm
Plus, I still have to ask Store Manager if I can get an earlier shift for Memorial Day. Cause that’s our 1-year since our first date. I DO NOT want to miss that with him.
Gah. I have to leave now. I keep thinking about throwing together a small bag just in case I go after work.
But I know I won’t. :(
