I went out to watch the game last night partially because I had no food in my house but mostly due to working all day. The weekend work is my fault for taking this job without asking the right questions. I’m trying to get twenty pounds of work done in a ten pound week and then when I have to travel it gets worse. Ate my dinner at the bar and enjoyed myself but I was paying for it this morning.
So I went down to the treadmill in an attempt to walk some toxins out of my system. My brain was beginning to clear and I actually felt better about a half hour in when things went sideways. The guy I know whose New Years Eve party I crashed entered the gym area. I wrote about this earlier so I’ll boil it down to me disappearing without saying thanks or goodbye.
I don’t feel great about this behavior but one of his acquaintances was involved and some messes are to be avoided even if I look rude. The gym is the size of an average family room making it impossible for me to hide so I just had to take my medicine. I went right at it and apologized blaming it on the bouquet of shots consumed. He said it was okay and then said a female name that didn’t ring a bell.
He could see it in my face and proceeded to refresh my memory. I’ll spare you the back and forth and cut to the part where I made up a girlfriend. Yup, you read that right, I now have a pretend love interest. Holy crap just when I thought it couldn’t get worse… luckily I was smart enough to have her live out of state before he could suggest a double date.
I finished up and happily spent the rest of my day working and watching football. I can’t move out of here fast enough. This week I’m looking at some options closer to work. One is above my grocery store which seems almost too convenient but they have the worst rent specials. Life is full of tradeoffs.
I wrote this thing because I stunned myself by making up an out of state love interest but upon further review it might have been wishful fibbing on my part. I might have someone I’ve been waiting on an email from for a week. I check my inbox like someone in the sixties checking the mailbox for word from a pen pal. I live a strange existence at the moment.