It seems that nothing ever goes my way
Since you broke my heart when you left that day
There's nowhere to go so just stay with me
'Cause since you've been gone, I've been begging you please
To tell me you're not alright
And you needed to come home
(Since you've been gone)
To tell me you're not okay
And you needed me all along
Since you've been gone
I need to hear from you
Since you've been gone
It seems that every time you swear to God that you're leaving
I'm down on my knees begging you to stay
There's nowhere to go so just stay with me
'Cause since you've been gone, I've been begging you please
To tell me you're not alright
And you needed to come home
(Since you've been gone)
To tell me you're not okay
And you needed me all along
Since you've been gone
Please don't leave me here alone
Just stay awhile and make me smile
Please don't leave me here alone
Just stay awhile, baby smile
Since you've been gone, I need to hear from you
Since you've been gone, I need to hear you say
Tell me you're not alright
And you needed to come home
(Since you've been gone)
Tell me you're not okay
And you needed me all along
Since you've been gone
I need to hear you say
Since you've been gone
Don't tell me, don't tell me
I need to hear you say
Tuesday, January 08, 2008
Hit it home
"I just couldn't understand the logic."
"I know what you mean. It's like 'Why don't you fix you first, before you fix me?' Whoa. That just hit home."
"Yeah...that did. Wait, home for you? Or home for me?"
"Home for me. Ouch."
"But home for me too. Ouch."
"Not me. She doesn't need fixing."
...
"I love him. Fuck."
...
Sometimes it's strange to hear both sides of the story. Too much information. But then, I realize that I'd rather hear both sides than just my own. I will not take these things for granted; I'll take the good and the bad and whatever I can get and hold onto it for everything that it is and consider myself lucky.
"I know what you mean. It's like 'Why don't you fix you first, before you fix me?' Whoa. That just hit home."
"Yeah...that did. Wait, home for you? Or home for me?"
"Home for me. Ouch."
"But home for me too. Ouch."
"Not me. She doesn't need fixing."
...
"I love him. Fuck."
...
Sometimes it's strange to hear both sides of the story. Too much information. But then, I realize that I'd rather hear both sides than just my own. I will not take these things for granted; I'll take the good and the bad and whatever I can get and hold onto it for everything that it is and consider myself lucky.
Quote of the Moment:
"Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must, just never give up."
--Dean Karnazes
--Dean Karnazes
Friday, January 04, 2008
Adam the AirConditioning Guy
How to pare the story of Adam the Air Conditioning Guy down?
I first started working here as the receptionist, last summer. Adam the ACG would come in for me to sign work papers and stuff, and we'd talk a bit, flirt a bit. He was in the building (though not our office) for a few weeks. Everytime he'd pass by the office door, I might look up, and he might smile. During one of his visits, the lines were: "I should take you out for lunch some time." "You should." and then nothing. Summer was over, I was gone.
Over the time I've been back at the office, it's usually been another guy doing the maintenance and stuff and I've never really thought much of it. And then the last few days, it's been Adam again. Today, I had to go just out of the office to check out our door plaque so I could order another one, and he was out in the lobby, banging at something loudly with a hammer. At first, I ignored him because I didn't realize it was him, but when I turned back to go into the office, he looked up. When I recognized him, I was my usual saucy-self and just put a finger to my lips and told him to "shush", though admittedly fairly coyly.
"Hey."
"Hey. Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year to you too."
And with that I smiled and disappeared into the office. I swooned a little for the girls. Next thing I knew, K-Mart was hopping up and down in my office.
"HE'S HERE!!! He's ASKING for YOU!!!"
Next, Lutka arrived, and I found myself being literally dragged to my feet and shoved down the halls to meet him at the front reception area. He asked if I had a moment, I said I did, and we spoke outside.
"I was thinking I should take you up on your lunch offer."
"Really? Okay."
And so he took my number. I told him I was busy today, and this weekend, so he might call me next week.
BAH!
I first started working here as the receptionist, last summer. Adam the ACG would come in for me to sign work papers and stuff, and we'd talk a bit, flirt a bit. He was in the building (though not our office) for a few weeks. Everytime he'd pass by the office door, I might look up, and he might smile. During one of his visits, the lines were: "I should take you out for lunch some time." "You should." and then nothing. Summer was over, I was gone.
Over the time I've been back at the office, it's usually been another guy doing the maintenance and stuff and I've never really thought much of it. And then the last few days, it's been Adam again. Today, I had to go just out of the office to check out our door plaque so I could order another one, and he was out in the lobby, banging at something loudly with a hammer. At first, I ignored him because I didn't realize it was him, but when I turned back to go into the office, he looked up. When I recognized him, I was my usual saucy-self and just put a finger to my lips and told him to "shush", though admittedly fairly coyly.
"Hey."
"Hey. Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year to you too."
And with that I smiled and disappeared into the office. I swooned a little for the girls. Next thing I knew, K-Mart was hopping up and down in my office.
"HE'S HERE!!! He's ASKING for YOU!!!"
Next, Lutka arrived, and I found myself being literally dragged to my feet and shoved down the halls to meet him at the front reception area. He asked if I had a moment, I said I did, and we spoke outside.
"I was thinking I should take you up on your lunch offer."
"Really? Okay."
And so he took my number. I told him I was busy today, and this weekend, so he might call me next week.
BAH!
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Thinking
Maybe you should return the table; you know, wait till it goes on sale and not take the store model.
mel, get off the ride.
If it's going to happen, stand back and just let it happen.
...
It's bad enough being alone with my own thoughts. At least some of them smile through their thoughts. Where's the rest of that wine...maybe if I drink it all tonight, I can sleep, dream, and then wake up sober.
She's not getting on the plane--and I'm cheering.
If not yet for the three of us, then at least for one.
mel, get off the ride.
If it's going to happen, stand back and just let it happen.
...
It's bad enough being alone with my own thoughts. At least some of them smile through their thoughts. Where's the rest of that wine...maybe if I drink it all tonight, I can sleep, dream, and then wake up sober.
She's not getting on the plane--and I'm cheering.
If not yet for the three of us, then at least for one.
Happy New Year
hahaha. What a new one it is. I'm still reeling from the loads of work over the holidays. My work/social schedule was so crazy, I'm still not sure what year this is, let alone what day!
So, before the moment eludes me completely, Happy New Year to you and yours, and best wishes for you all.
So, before the moment eludes me completely, Happy New Year to you and yours, and best wishes for you all.
Won't stop
Last night feels like a dream I've been forced to wake from. I wish sometimes that I could curl up and sleep forever with warm, un-squeamish feet.
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