Last weekend we were driving around in my car when a New Kids on the Block song came on the radio. I began my obligatory rocking out, and Jason asked me why I didn't burn some copies of my CD so we could have one at home and in each car. I said "You want that CD in your cars?" He said, "I wouldn't mind it. I like some of the songs on that new CD." Yes, you read that right. I AM A VERY PERSUASIVE PERSON.
This weekend we haven't had the chance to do anything together, let alone discuss the merits of New Kids on the Block songs. Jason is a field service technician for a company that manufactures a very complicated kind of security equipment. As such, he often has to travel. I have seen him for a total of about five hours this week. He was in South Dakota for work all week. He got home at 2 AM Saturday morning, then had to leave again at 7 AM to go to Vermont because a machine there went down. We had to cancel all of our weekend plans. It is SO FRUSTRATING. The money is good, especially considering that when all is said and done, he'll have worked more than 80 hours this week--half of those for overtime pay. We'll have a good Christmas, that's for sure.
But that's the thing: I don't want presents, I just want him. Jason is on call for Christmas and the weekend following Christmas, so he has to stay in Massachusetts. Of course, he might not even be able to stay home--if he gets called to go fix something, he has to go. So I might be stuck in Massachusetts ALONE for Christmas. Fuck that.
What I really want is to go home to Michigan. It doesn't look like that is going to happen, though, and I am completely heartbroken because it sounds like I am going to be missing out on a lot of Mitten State fun, including my mother getting married, my sister being home, and a chance to meet Ashley. Of course, if I do somehow get to go, I won't be with Jason. So either way something will be missing.
Something will be missing like it has been all week.
Jason:
...
...and I miss you. See you tonight (I hope).
2 comments:
Bummer. That sucks. =(
You need a boyfriend.
I know, right?
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