Oh Hi Saturday…

When did you get here? Oh while I was talking? Oh ok then.

No lie, this is basically how my Saturday started because my Friday didn’t get an official end (as in me going to bed) until almost 7am. Why, you might ask? I was on the back porch of a co-worker’s house talking to Doug, another co-worker of mine.

The night started off at Grady’s, the bar here in town that I’m a regular at at this point, which is really sad for someone who 1) doesn’t drink and 2) who up until 4 months ago almost never went out anywhere. It was me and some co-workers just sitting around talking and drinking like usual. Then we find out that there is some little get-together over at another co-worker’s house so a few of us headed over that way. It was 2 girls and 5 guys just sitting around drinking and talking. Then the other girl left but I’m such a tomboy that I don’t even notice being the only girl in a room most of the time. But it was fun. And then Noble (yeah that Noble, he was there too) started getting belligerent drunk so I was kind of just sitting on the back porch to avoid him before I smacked him (which I did end up doing anyway). Well I was sitting out there talking to Doug because he was smoking but then he was keeping me company and he was a little worried that if Noble kept up like that they might end up scrapping and Noble is a little guy but he was like some kind of All-American wrestler in high school and stuff so the guy can definitely hold his own in a real fight and poor Doug is not a fighter so he’d have gotten his ass kicked even with Noble being drunk. So Doug and I were just sitting around talking. First it was about 4am, then it was about 6am and we were like, we have to get home and he had to go pick someone up and take them home. No big deal. Nothing happened between us except conversation.

But then he texts me when I’m about halfway home saying "Thanks for the conversation. I enjoyed it." Then he sent one that was just that silly little smiley face. Then about 20 minutes later he texts asking if I made it home ok. Then later he lets me know he got home okay. Then after I respond he says "Sorry if I woke you." We continue to text for a few more minutes before we both say goodnight (really good morning at this point because it was almost 7am).

I guess I’m not used to someone asking after me about getting home. I mean I have friends who say "Hey let me know you get home safe" but then when I space (as I often do because I’m a ditz) they don’t even notice. Rarely do I have someone actually checking on me so I’m trying not to read anything into because I’m sure he doesn’t mean anything by it, he’s just being considerate because that’s the kind of guy he is. No lie though, it’s pretty sweet. Doug’s a nice guy, sometimes really he’s too nice and he knows it too. We talked about it.

Ugh, I don’t want to go to work today, only because I feel like I should stay home and accomplish something around here because I’ve been lazy and haven’t really done any cleaning this week. I don’t know if I work tomorrow or not. If I’m not I have got to buckle down and do some work, like laundry and dusting and vacuuming and stuff like that. *sigh*

I get more hours at the pharmacy this week which is nice. I’m getting about 12 hours. Unfortunately part of those 12 hours starts at 7a -freaking-m! Ugh. Not acceptable. I hate 7am. And worst? It’s an 8 hour shift. I am going to be a very cranky kitty by the end of that shift I tell you what. But money is money so I’m going to suck it up the best I can and just remember it’s a better paycheck.