Just another manic Monday.....

Monday was a crazy day for me at work. Usually, Mondays are somewhat steady in the retail world for me but are not out of control busy. It was nearing the end of my shift and I was playing catch-up with a lot of the tasks I was trying to get accomplished for the day before I had to leave. I happened to look up for a quick second towards the front doors and what should my wondering eyes happen to see? Ex #2 walking through the front doors with his new girlfriend (who is around 18 or 19 years old....by the way he's 30).

9 years ago he and I met working where I am now. He was 21 at the time and I was 17. It wasn't until I turned 18 that he even considered dating me. (Should have been a red flag to me at the time, but hey, what did I know back then? He had tattoos and drove a cool car and was 4 years older than I was!) The last time I saw him was two summers ago when I agreed to go to dinner with him after he had legally separated from his then wife. He wanted to make amends and catch up and I saw no harm in it so I went. Shortly after that Mac and I started dating so I hadn't seen Ex #2 other than some brief conversing via the Facebook world.

When I saw him walk in, my heart just kind of dropped. It is almost as if I can put myself back to all those years ago when he and I were still together. I can remember the relationship like it was yesterday. (Unfortunately!) He didn't see me, but my co-worker noticed him the same time I did. He went on to talk to another co-worker he happens to still be really good friends with and then he started to make his way over to my department. We made eye contact and he did the dramatic turn around to try to pretend he didn't see me. At that point I couldn't help but laugh out loud. It's been 7 years since our breakup and 2 years since we had seen each other on GOOD terms and he can't even offer a simple wave or "hello". Shortly after that his new girlfriend came over and stared me down as I was helping a group of customers.


I find the whole situation funny because now at least he knows I work there again and probably won't want to risk another "awkward" chance of running into me again. Saves me the fake polite conversation, I suppose!

Baby fever is definitely kicking in for me......

Hardcore.

Work has been nuts. Therefore so has my life in general. I have been so super exhausted that I haven't had time to work out, see my friends, see my boyfriend, or RELAX, or get a full night's sleep. Starting this week we will once again have a full manager staff.

FINALLY!!!!!!!!!


That is all.

Hi, my name is Amber and I'm addicted to my Blackberry.

In the fall of 2008, I was excited about my upcoming upgrade I was eligible for with AT&T. For years, I had always chose your basic flip phone without all the bells and whistles other expensive phones had to offer. I never felt that I had a need for anything fancy. The year before, the ex-boyfriend had purchased an i-Phone shortly after they first came out. And I will be the first to admit that I was super jealous of all that it could do but at the same time it made me feel so technologically challenged that I had such a hard time operating it! I soon decided that a phone like this was not for me. He had given me his old cell phone and I was content with having something newer than what I had at the time.

So when it was finally time for my upgrade I contemplated the many choices of phones I had to choose from. I decided to try a Blackberry. And ever since then, I've been addicted to my phone. Email, internet, picture messaging, texting, and video all at my fingertips? Awesomeness!

The boyfriend: "Hey, what are you doing on your phone? Did you hear anything I just said?"

Me: "Huh? What? Oh, yeah. Sorry, I didn't hear a thing you said."

The boyfriend: "Seriously, I'm trying to have a conversation with you! Can you please put your phone up?"

Me: "Hold on, I have to finish updating my Facebook status. I'm almost done!"

I'm constantly connected to the world at my fingertips and it's hard not to get sucked in to the Blackberry (Crackberry) phenomenon. I use my phone more for everything else other than phone calls. The free applications only fuel my addiction and it doesn't look like it's going to stop anytime soon!

 

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Somewhat of a rant.

It's always refreshing to see people show their true colors AFTER you're not around for them to say anything to your face. *insert sarcasm here* It isn't that I really care what people have to say about me but at the same time I feel like if you're going to say something at least have the decency to not run your mouth like a teenager.

I have never in my life had to deal with such a two faced grown adult MALE that enjoys putting down others so that he feels much better about himself. It only makes me feel much better about the recent decisions I made in my life regarding my change of work environment! Probably one of the best decisions I have made for myself in a very, very long time. The only good thing I can say that came away from this is that I finally have grown the backbone I have been trying to find for years now. It has made me a stronger and more vibrant individual!

Life lessons learned and I'm not going to pretend that I'm not the slightest bit bitter about the backlash I am hearing. Because I am and anyone that knows me understands that it takes me a little while to get over being treated badly by people. But it's ok. I'm in a much better place now. Emotionally, mentally, and physically.

One day everything will come full circle and he will finally understand that it's not nice to treat those around you like they're scum. It doesn't make you anymore of a man to put down and talk crap about a WOMAN or anyone else for that matter.

You might be over six feet tall, but I will always see you for the wimpy little boy you really are.

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