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I remember once, Jessica and I had a conversation about pet peeves. I don't particularly remember all of hers at the moment, but one stuck in my mind; when someone promises to call at a certain time, but doesn't. She said after that point, they lose all her trust.
Oh, hey, on an unrelated note, guess what I did?

I was supposed to get up at 12:30 or so and wake her up. I apparently managed to get up, turn off my alarm, and go back to bed, because when I woke up at 3:00, the alarm was off.

And so now, understandably, she's upset with me. Not only that, but with the job, I rarely get to talk to her; I just lost 3 hours of talking. Plus, she was depending on me to wake her up, so she wakes up at 2:00 with a ton of chores she has to do, really really pissed. Yay me!

Of course, by the time I finish posting this, she's cooled off and such. But she was really upset, and understandably so. It actually kinda hurt, when she was giving me the silent cold-shoulder treatment, more than it would hurt if she just yelled at me. I'll just have to make sure not to do something stupid like that again, eh?

Also, though, I mentioned to her that I could "barely handle" this kind of anger, which was untrue. I mean, her first thought was probably "Well what about when I get REALLY mad...", which isn't what I meant. I can handle it either way; I could never leave her. I could never stand to be without her; I start to go crazy just after being at WORK all day without her. I just meant that it hurt a little, to have her angry with me; I don't like it at ALL. So I just have to avoid it. If she were more angry with me, I'd be more upset, but never anything drastic. Like I said. I could never live without her.

On a lighter note, work!
I has job. Texas Roadhouse. It's pretty kewl. For the most part, I grab a tub and a rag, go around the restaurant, and look for tables with noone sitting at them except dishes. Then I go, pick up the dishes, put them in the tub, wipe down the table, dump the peanut shells, and do some condiment organizing. Then take the tub back, set it back there for another busboy to clean (I hate that job), and grab another one. Easy! It just makes my feet and legs and fingers hurt a lot, and it's got relatively long hours, and the pay isn't as great as I thought it'd be. Still, it's a job, and the pay is better than retail. Plus, I've met some kewl people and such. Now my only worry is managing to ask off time long enough to go see Jessica, but I have no clue of this week's schedule anyway (though I hope to go see her after I collect tip-out on Thursday. Like, maybe leaving Monday... if she approves. She actually wants to wait for her mom to ask, rather than asking on her own, and while I understand, I'm quite impatient. I want to see her really badly). Either way, unless she specifically forbids me, I've made a promise to myself to visit her before school starts. Even if her mom says no, we'll find some way to meet up, even if it's only for a few days.

So yeah. The job is handleable, assuming I can get time off to see her sometime. I'll check my schedule when I go in today.