i guess i really love you more
once upon a time, a certain coworker, who so selflessly took the job of my boss's job when he decided to backpack around asia, somehow persuaded me into working the hellest of hell jobs. at the end of the night, after being in campbell for an astonishing fourteen hours, the cleaning of stage right produced a bright yellow bracelet with little bell-like jewels. it was love at first sight. not only was it sparkly, but it made copius amounts of noise. i carried it around with me for awhile, shaking it at will, generally annoying anyone and everyone. i even went so far as to perform a little dance for the general amusement of other campbell employees.
then something horrific happened.
i was forced to turn it into the lost and found. i sat it in the crate under the light board in the booth and we departed silently. i walked down the isles of campbell feeling like a lost new-hire, turned right, pushed my way through the double doors, dodged lights in the shop, and sat on the couch in the office, defeated and deflated. i sipped my beer halfheartedly and barely engaged in the bickering, joking, and recounting of disasterous events. when i left campbell that night, i never looked back.
spring break came and went.
two weeks into the new quarter, the newly demoted former boss meandered up to me and told me of a certain yellow strip of leather that he rescued from the lost and found.
my heart stopped. fate has, yet again, stepped in and changed my future.
i demanded its return to me.
he claimed it shall be in my possession once more by the end of the quarter.
being me, i wanted its return immediately, but as it would happen, some things, i have learned, cannot be forced. well, i find most things can, but when you have absolutely nothing to do with it, i guess there's not much you can control.
time passed. i'd mention the current week to him, making sure he realized that the quarter was rather quickly coming to a close.
and then, while leaving late one night, the person holding my dearest bracelet hostage flew past me, cleared the fence separating campbell bike and car parking, tried to jump over some bushes, failed miserably, and continued running to his oversized GIANT tahoe. i laughed at the falling in the bushes, and drove away. there i sat, at the light, when here comes oversized GIANT tahoe rolling up next to me, driver yelling my name. i looked over, taking in the green light, and out jumps none other than (dare i say the name) Es, and hands me my love.
it has been a very good night.
then something horrific happened.
i was forced to turn it into the lost and found. i sat it in the crate under the light board in the booth and we departed silently. i walked down the isles of campbell feeling like a lost new-hire, turned right, pushed my way through the double doors, dodged lights in the shop, and sat on the couch in the office, defeated and deflated. i sipped my beer halfheartedly and barely engaged in the bickering, joking, and recounting of disasterous events. when i left campbell that night, i never looked back.
spring break came and went.
two weeks into the new quarter, the newly demoted former boss meandered up to me and told me of a certain yellow strip of leather that he rescued from the lost and found.
my heart stopped. fate has, yet again, stepped in and changed my future.
i demanded its return to me.
he claimed it shall be in my possession once more by the end of the quarter.
being me, i wanted its return immediately, but as it would happen, some things, i have learned, cannot be forced. well, i find most things can, but when you have absolutely nothing to do with it, i guess there's not much you can control.
time passed. i'd mention the current week to him, making sure he realized that the quarter was rather quickly coming to a close.
and then, while leaving late one night, the person holding my dearest bracelet hostage flew past me, cleared the fence separating campbell bike and car parking, tried to jump over some bushes, failed miserably, and continued running to his oversized GIANT tahoe. i laughed at the falling in the bushes, and drove away. there i sat, at the light, when here comes oversized GIANT tahoe rolling up next to me, driver yelling my name. i looked over, taking in the green light, and out jumps none other than (dare i say the name) Es, and hands me my love.
it has been a very good night.
posted by The Smart Pineapple at 23:13
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well written post
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