According to him I’m beautiful, incredible.
Hurricane Irene is quickly becoming a thorn in my side.
Not sure if my store will be closing or what my boss wants me to do.
I’m in the dark right now.
I technically live on an island, it’s very close to the "main land" but the only way on and off is to take one of two bridges.
Key points to understanding my frustration:
– Every one of my employees lives OFF the island.
– Some have already decided to leave and go further inland. I hope my boss doesn’t expect me to force them to stay if we remain open.
– My store has a generator so it would be one of the few places that could stay open.
– I am the ONLY person who lives on the Island that could work my store.
– Bridges close at 40mph winds.
– Winds are expected to be at, if not above, 50mph by 8pm tomorrow night.
Sooooo, I have NO ONE but myself to work if they close the bridge.
I truly do not want to be the only one staying here so dumb ass people can get gas they should’ve gotten BEFORE the storm arrived.
I don’t want to stay on the island, because I would much rather travel the hour and a half to go stay with Matt for the weekend. <<That is my idea of happy.
Me staying in my store? That will not make for a happy Ashley.
I will know nothing until tomorrow morning when Brian and Scott come to my store to decide what we should do.
We’ll definitely board up the store and move all water displays inside and secure trash cans and such, but as for whether or not my store is staying open I’m unsure yet.
I really hope they decide to close it because I refuse to write up employees that leave or cannot other wise make it into work.
And I am definitely not chillin’ in the store for hours on end.
Tell me that I must stay and I’ll likely hand Brian my keys and tell him to do it himself.
Going to pack a few clothes and such and put in my car tonight. Even if we do close I doubt that I would have time to get back to the house to get things before having to leave because they’ll want my store to stay open as late as possible.
Okay, now that I’m over the whole talk of frustrating Irene I’ll go onto my normal randomness.
I’m bored with my hair.
It’s irritating the crap out of me. I feel too…normal.
Sure, I like the highlights, but the cut it just…blah.
I had decided to grow it out, but again it’s just boring me.
Might get it cut soon. Not sure though.
In case you all didn’t know…Matt makes me smile. He’s such a sweetheart.
Me: I have a feeling this hurricane is going to prevent me from seeing you this weekend. Already talk of the bridges being closed.
Matt: You and little man can always just come stay with me, both of you are more than welcome. I got the guest room all set up so he would have his own bed.
Me: Might take you up on that offer. We’ll have to see how bad this storm is going to be.
Matt: The offer always stands anytime you want.
Later on he says, "Would be a great surprise to come home to my beautiful girl waiting for me."
Seriously, he makes my heart melt. =)
I can’t even begin to describe how great it feels to be referred to as "my beautiful girl." Makes me cheese like an idiot.
I’m so glad to have finally found a guy that isn’t a total fucking douche bag.
Speaking of douche bags…
Had to work with John today. Bleh.
I’m not quite sure how I made it through 7 hours of work with him without either decking the jackass or firing him.
Although, I assure you I came awfully close on both counts.
He was definitely in total dick head mode today.
Was insanely rude to the new hire and to me.
Meh. HATE HIM.
I have this group of old men that stand outside of my store in the mornings, drink coffee and well…gossip like a bunch of women.
They have seen me kiss Matt a few times before he heads off to work.
This morning one of them, Pete, said to me, "There’s a place for you in my garage if you need it, I have a generator. Rings and things not invited, though…just you." *Smiles*
They make a lot of comments because they don’t approve of the tattoos and piercings that Matt has. Oh wells, didn’t ask your opinion! I’d really appreciate it if they kept the rude comments to themselves.
The other morning they started to ask me whether or not he has piercings in other, non visible, places.
Really? Who asks that. Go away creepy old men.
I have a huge bruise on my leg. Slipped in the back room at work and hit my leg on a rack. Fucking hurts. =*(
"I can’t wait to see you beautiful. I’ll find a way to see you this weekend regardless."
Randomly just got this text from Matt. *Insert HUGE cheesy grin here* Holy crap my cheeks hurt from smiling so much!
Ok, randomness over.
Going to get my shit together.
Bed soon.
Maybe.
But according to him I’m beautiful, incredible
He can’t get me out of his head
According to him I’m funny, irresistible
Everything he ever wanted