I focus on the pain, the only thing that's real
What a shitty holiday weekend, and, yes, I'm still a coward.
For those readers who aren't from the US of A, this past weekend was Memorial Day weekend, with the specified "Day" being Monday. It's officially a day to remember the war dead - those who died in battle in the US Military.
What it's become is a day of family BBQ's and drinking.
And that's spread to the whole weekend.
Except for in my case.
Saturday, 5:30 AM, the Helpdesk calls with a down store. I work on it until 7:30, then I get a few hours sleep before I get called again.
Throughout the day, I got about 3 hours to do things I needed to do. I managed to trim the lawn and went to the grocery store, only to be called while checking out. I got to bed at 12:30 that night after working on a store for over 4 hours.
That was my shitty Saturday. I didn't even get to eat dinner.
Sunday was a bit mellower, just everybody and their brother calling me all day long. The Ex, my parents, the Helpdesk...
Then, Monday. Memorial Day itself. A day off from work.
I spent it mowing the lawn, cleaning out a drainage ditch and clearing a row of shrubs on the side of the house. My bright spot was actually being able to make a meal and eat it. On Sunday I got called int he middle of cooking by the Desk.
I was so glad to be back at work today.
Until this afternoon.
S. sent me an email, asking how my weekend was. Read the above for the contents of my response. I then went to her office to chat a little. Ended up talking to her for over 30 minutes. I walked her to the exit. I had *several* chances, but like a cowardly dumb shit, I did nothing, as is my normal operating procedure.
I am so pissed off at myself. I'm willing to hurt myself, or put myself in harms way at the slightest of inclinations. I'm not afraid of acting like an idiot for fun, but I can't for the life of me ask S. out! I'm 90% sure she wants to go out, too, but I JUST CAN'T DO IT!
*smacks himself on the head a few times*
Can someone loan me a pair of balls?
For those readers who aren't from the US of A, this past weekend was Memorial Day weekend, with the specified "Day" being Monday. It's officially a day to remember the war dead - those who died in battle in the US Military.
What it's become is a day of family BBQ's and drinking.
And that's spread to the whole weekend.
Except for in my case.
Saturday, 5:30 AM, the Helpdesk calls with a down store. I work on it until 7:30, then I get a few hours sleep before I get called again.
Throughout the day, I got about 3 hours to do things I needed to do. I managed to trim the lawn and went to the grocery store, only to be called while checking out. I got to bed at 12:30 that night after working on a store for over 4 hours.
That was my shitty Saturday. I didn't even get to eat dinner.
Sunday was a bit mellower, just everybody and their brother calling me all day long. The Ex, my parents, the Helpdesk...
Then, Monday. Memorial Day itself. A day off from work.
I spent it mowing the lawn, cleaning out a drainage ditch and clearing a row of shrubs on the side of the house. My bright spot was actually being able to make a meal and eat it. On Sunday I got called int he middle of cooking by the Desk.
I was so glad to be back at work today.
Until this afternoon.
S. sent me an email, asking how my weekend was. Read the above for the contents of my response. I then went to her office to chat a little. Ended up talking to her for over 30 minutes. I walked her to the exit. I had *several* chances, but like a cowardly dumb shit, I did nothing, as is my normal operating procedure.
I am so pissed off at myself. I'm willing to hurt myself, or put myself in harms way at the slightest of inclinations. I'm not afraid of acting like an idiot for fun, but I can't for the life of me ask S. out! I'm 90% sure she wants to go out, too, but I JUST CAN'T DO IT!
*smacks himself on the head a few times*
Can someone loan me a pair of balls?
posted by Pat Marshall at 00:05
3 Comments:
*hands Mo a pair of fuzzy dice/balls* Go get her :P
You'd better do it before someone else does. It'll be like the girl and boy who like each other but are each too shy to ask the other to the prom. Then some nerd asks the girl and she goes with him instead because she doesn't want to be caught without a date to the prom (hmm, where did that come from? I've seen too many American movies). ANYWAY, my point is, ASK HER OUT GODDAMMIT!!!
I *AM* that nerd...
And I went to my Prom stag.
The nerd takes the girl to the prom. :P
Just ask her; as you said, the worst thing she can do is to kick you in the nuts. And there are much worse things that you don't fear. Don't start now. :P
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