My best friend at work quit. I'm devastated. So devastated that I took a sick day in mourning. I can't begrudge him the quitting. He has two degrees and is brilliant so obviously he shouldn't be working in a shitty call centre. I'm sad for purely selfish reasons.
I tried to be a big girl about it all. I vowed there would be no crying. Apparently you can't take a vow I make too seriously. I cried a little after our last coffee run. Then I cried a lot when I drove him home after work. Things were going okay all the way home. We managed to maintain non-crying banter. Then I stopped the car and we just sat there in silence for like a minute. I had tears running down my face but hadn't dissolved into sobbing.... until I look over to find that he's crying too. Cue full fledged crying with the inability to talk. Boys crying? That's too much to deal with.
After much hugging we both eventually laughed. It's not like I'm never going to see him again. I just won't see him 8 hours a day/ 5 days a week.
Oh the call centre. She is a cruel mistress. I need a new job.
Nicole
What I hear: Sarah Harmer-Weakened State "I'm standing out here in a weakened state/ and it's not great"