So Much for the BBQ

My last twelve hours most definitely need mentioning. If you read yesterdays entry, you are already aware that I was really looking forward to having a small get together at my place today. The restaurant closed 30min earlier then usual which meant I would be getting home and hitting the sack early so that I would get up early and start the BBQ preparation. It didn’t work out that way.

I received a call before getting home from a good friend that I have been dating in an admittedly flakey manner. Quite honestly they would have liked a lot more then I what I am presently willing and able to offer. So I got that inevitable “we-need-to-have-a-talk-call.” I completely understood and explained that I’d be home by 12:30am. At about 1am the door bell rang and our talk began. I did a lot of apologizing on behave of my self and took ownership of the fact that despite some great times and seemingly good compatibility; I am not just yet ready to be any of those other things. I know that it resulted in equal amounts of frustration and disillusion for said party. Hopefully, my unwavering frankness and amistad will allow us to continue to be good friends long after this momentary awkward let-down of expectations.

I felt really crappy after our talk. How does one extend feelings of compassion when he is in turn the cause of the difficultness in question? If you are reading, I would like to once again extend my apologies for your feelings, my lack of readiness, and thank you for your understanding, the great times, and for finding me to be someone suitable enough to share your experience with.

I called a few close friends after I was alone and talked about the situation. I watched some cartoons and finally fell asleep sometime around 3am. Sometime at around 4:30am my phone began to ring, waking me out of much needed deep sleep. The person calling was apparently calling for the sake of hearing my voice but not for conversation. I hate crank calls! They are the epitome of immaturity. On the second or third round the caller’s name showed up for a second before they quickly realized and hung up. So I called back and asked, “Did you just call me?” The reply was, “No.” I really didn’t know what to say to this moronic statement. Not really knowing what to say and hoping to end the episode I replied, “Oh, well, did I catch you at a bad time?” I ended the call quickly in a pretty well mannered way, considering the circumstances. Why the fuck would someone that I hung out with once, months ago, feel that it is ok to call me at that time, is beyond my scope of understanding. I was then unable to go back to sleep. I ended up getting up and turning the TV on; I made some tea, and logged on for a sec. As soon as I logged on to AOL, so did a friend who just got back from the bar. I called him and talked until I was ready to go back to sleep, sometime around 6am.

I woke up at noon and was super tired but in a few hours I would have guest and needed to start making my way to the grocery store. As my green tea was brewing I get a call from work. It was my manager asking me where the hell I was and why I in wasn’t at work yet. I explained that I was off today since I worked last night and had 16.5 hours of bus boy hell in store for me tomorrow, which was the reason I worked Tuesday night in exchange for sat off. She explained that apparently I was never taken off the schedule and she had no one to cover the phones. I ended up having to call all my attendees, cancel and then run out of the house, un-showered and tired.

Sucks, but at least I made a few extra bucks.