The Ripped Soul

First day at Parade.

Arrived shortly before 10, and tried to see what I could do where. Tried to remember what she liked being done when it was for opening.. and tried.

Failed, probably.. but at least I tried.

Throughout the day, can't help but admit I felt different. I felt happy working with her again.

Even though I saw her flare, even though we got slammed and I had to get accustomed to everything around me.. even though I had to see him and all of them.

It was nice to work with the "Master" again.
It felt good to be the protege again.

And when I asked her "So how? Happy working with your protege again?"

And when I saw that smile on her face and when she said "OF COURSE!"

I felt genuinely happy inside. For once.

Kinda like that saying "home is where the heart is" ? That was where my heart was the whole while. With Sha and Diz.

And it felt good to be home.

Anna called the outlet as well.. and I happened to pick the phone up. Heard her voice and my spirits soared. But she didn't sound friendly on the phone.. more to .. i don't know. Professional?

So much for thinking we were friends, eh?

Sigh.

Back to Parade tomorrow.. noon shift. Thought I could try and ask for an off on 18th - mom's birthday. But she pre-planned the schedule.. so fuck it, I'll just stick to it.

9 more days? 9 more days. 9 more days....

Then I'm out of there. No more management, no more politics, no more shit, no more "NO MORE SALAD! STOP KEYING IT IN!" ..no more mixups in dockets, no more wrong tables...

No more. No more. No fucking more.

I've had it.

Sleep. I need some.
Rest. I need some.

Love. I need..

A whole fucking lot.