isn't read by the person that means the most to me to read it. You, dear reader, know from my recent posting, that I cannot go out of town at the present moment due to my job. No one in my department can take a long weekend, because of the person that transferred out suddenly and without warning.
You know that. I know that.
The person that I tried to tell that, interrupted me and then changed the subject when I tried to tell him that. So, I haven't been able to tell that. Because, "It's my turn."
You know how I know that he isn't reading this on any regular basis? Tonight, (five minutes ago,)he said, " I love you baby, and I miss you so much, maybe you can come for memorial day."
Well, at the wonderful dungeon, we need four weeks notice to give to management. Even if we got a new person hired and working in the department next week, that's not likely to be able to be given.
I wish he would work with me here. But he didn't even ask me, when he interrupted me, why I was asking him to come twice in a row.
Okay, enough venting. I truly adore this man. I'm not mad at him or anything, I just had that bugging me. But now it's out, and back to your regularly scheduled programming.
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