The lunch thing was no big deal. The problem with interacting with the other workers is that there are two rooms for the listers, and both are full, so I am at a workstation in the main office, with the biz manager and the general manager, so I have barely interacted with the other "commoners" the BM & GM were already gone for a lunch meeting, and the rest of the crew just left without peeking into the main office. I made it a point to ask for help from most of the listers today, mainly to save the trouble of looking up items that I was sure they had already tried listing. I also did it to interact with them a bit.
W said she was working all day. I recd an express mail notice yesterday, so I went to pick it up at PO today, but it was delivered and signed for by W, which means she was home after lunch. More lies, no surprise.
She decorated "her room" today, hanging pictures and taking decorative items from around the house. She is a peice of work.
I honestly don't expect to see her tonight. Our talk last night caused me to postpone my kegging operation. I will do that very soon. A friend called to see if I wanted to get together tonight, so I won't be stewing here. I will see if he wants to come over and help with some projects for tomorrow. His W has a lacrosse game tonight (coaching), so he is a free man for a while.
I had planned on doing something nice for W by having her kevlar kayak repaired. I recently met a top notch fiberglass boat repair guy, who is an old friend of a friend. Since this is peak season for him, he pushed me back a couple of weeks. The trouble is, now I am not so sure that I want to do nice things for her. The more I think about it, the worse the idea seems. The boat was her "independence boat" when she broke up with her ex BF before me. It is light enough for her to lift onto her vehicle alone. It would be quite ironic for me to fix her independence boat when she is seeking independence.... actually, she is avoiding independence like the plague, and hasn't spent an alone moment in a long time.
I heard a song on the radio today that struck me rather hard on the noggin. An 80's oldie, and never a big favorite, but it fits, sadly.
Time For Me to Fly
I’ve been around for you I’ve been up and down for you But I just can’t get any relief I’ve swallowed my pride for you I’ve lived and lied for you But you still make me feel like a thief
You got me stealin’ your love away ’cause you never give it Peeling the years away And we can’t relive it I make you laugh And you make me cry I believe it’s time for me to fly
You said we’d work it out You said that you had no doubt That deep down we were really in love Oh, but I’m tired of holding on To a feeling I know is gone I do believe that I’ve had enough
I’ve had enough of the falseness Of a worn out relation Enough of the jealousy And the intoleration I make you laugh And you make me cry I believe it’s time for me to fly
