Emotional Experiences

It’s Friday and I’m off. Brandon asked me if I would be interested in working third shift for three weeks to stock back-to-school supplies. He asked me last night. I said I would. He told me to see Ms Vicki. I am on it. It will be forty hours. I’m glad I get a break from my department. I’ve seen Thomas since my last post. I’ve had some anxiety. I saw him today and he said hello. I said hey as I was leaving from speaking with Ms Vicki. I miss our old manager, Frank. It just feels different in my department now. So much drama and crap going on.

I’m still obssessed with Thomas. I have to move through this. I feel like crying right now as I write this. I felt as though finding a guy like Thomas. I may have jumped off the cliff too hard in this situation. I’m mad and upset. It is something you’ll never get over. You have to chalk it up to personal experience and move on. I just don’t know what happened to me. Maybe one day I will figure it out or realize I’ve known all along and admit to myself what it was. I’m lonely and really would love someone. I hope that all my personal experiences with this crush and anxiety doesn’t send me to the loony bin!

I’m trying to get back into USC-Lancaster. I’d like to transfer to the store in Lancaster if I can get started this fall semester. I can work and take classes without all the travelling. It would be great. I can keep up with my blog and school work. I would not have to venture to far to go to work with my college class schedule. I hope I can get everything done to get back in before the semester starts.

One of my best friends is suffering a personal loss. Her grandmother passed away a few days ago. My heart hurts for her. I know what it is like to lose a grandmother. My grandmother passed away ten years ago. Mom and I were there when she passed on. I’m glad MacKenzie was there with her granny in the final moments. I just want to hold her and take the pain, grief away. It is something that we all must work through in life as much as we fear, loathe, and hate the experience.