I knew I would miss him. But I have this problem (it's becoming a pattern) where I underestimate...greatly...how much things are going to suck.
I knew I would be sad, but I assumed I'd be okay. This reminds me of my tumor surgery. I knew it would suck. But I honestly thought I would be fine, and my three weeks off would be like a vacay.
Not the case. And this week without Nick has not been a barrel of fun, either.
When he left last Thursday, I walked him out to his car and promptly started to cry. I don't cry that often anymore. TV shows are really the only things that get me, and that's not very often. But that day, my eyes just kept leaking, and I couldn't get them to stop. I had to go back into work though; I still had like two hours to get through til the end of my workday.
My boss came in my office and asked if I was okay.
"I'll be fine," I said, wiping my eyes more. "I wasn't expecting that to suck that much."
"Yeah, I've never seen you cry, I didn't think you did that," she said.
"How do people go to work without friends? Like, you just go to work...and that's it?" I asked.
She seemed dumbfounded. "Well, yeah..." she said. "I've never had a best friend at work."
She seemed confused by my question, but I truly meant it. I realized then I've somehow been lucky enough to always work with really close, if not best, friends.
I started my working life at Kaiman's, with tons of friends (and some foes), hot guys (like HOT guys) and, of course, my older brother. After that I went to the casinos, where I immediately met this fool:
When I finally realized I should probably have some girlfriends, the three of us fell in love:
Also, my boss, Jill, became one of my best friends and favorite people:
And now he's gone, and it sucks.