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How did it go, The S/B?
My bad, I hadn't even seen this until tonight.
It...didn't go that well. There was a lot of crying, from both sides, and she's working on moving out. I keep finding myself wanting to go and try to make it better, but I know that nothing I could say would be genuine, and even if I could convince her it was, things wouldn't, couldn't go back to the way they were. So we're both a wreck, she's finding a place closer to her job and her sister out in Western Massachusetts, and late at night I'm a miserable bastard because I hurt her. I'm thinking it'll get better after she moves out and we've had our space.
Also, it seems to have been the lynchpin in life and now that it's been removed, things are falling apart, like the center cannot hold or something; my boss informed me today that Boston Properties(may their entire fucking company fold in a sex scandal or something) has informed him that if one more person complains because they don't like being told to wait, not interrupt our real customers, or that our display cases are not appropriate places to organize their things, do their make-up, or rest their coffee while they chat, that they're going to require him(HIM, a rent-paying tenant) to replace me. So I get to polish my resume, in a city that takes a bachelor's degree as standard equipment for most jobs. Shit just keeps spinning out of control, I find myself kind of desperate for human contact(to the point of making the stupid drunken mistake of getting down with another ex over the weekend), and I know I'm going to need a new job in the near future, and one that pays at least as much as my current job to maintain my apartment and bills.
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