It's Valentine's Day!

And strangely enough... I don't have a Valentine.
This is the first time in a while I haven't had the responsibility to celebrate.

Luckily before I could dwell on my Valentinelessness I became distracted by my first true workplace confrontation.

Naively, I elevatored up to the top floor of the Monument to all things Oil Needy. Orange pencil behind my ear, question filled notes tucked under my arm I knocked on the Big Kahauna's Door.

Not moments after I'd spun an idea (not even my idea) for a project I was to Manage and Supervise he unloaded.
"Write this down." Was the only warning as he leaned forward and my smile disappeared.

I sat there, The messenger being shot [to pieces], as he ranted on and on about how this and that couldn't be done, how the whole thing was a terrible idea.

He began to speak so quickly that it became impossible to write down what he was saying. Resigning to the situation, I sat back, nodding like an imp, making mental notes for later 're-tale' value while trying to find some relieving humor in the fact that there was a lunatic not 5 feet away, flirting with having a heart attack.

Throughout the barrage I glanced at my watch covertly; 5, 10, 12, 18, 22 minutes... pause in conversation!

Time to ACT!

"Well, I guess that's that. We'll have to set a meeting up next week and pound some of this stuff out I guess." I said. Taking courage from my frustration and sudden hate for the man, I quickly gathered together my things and made for the door.

Caught off guard by my retreat he looked at me as If he'd just taken a punch in the balls. "ummm.. oooh.. Ok."

You're fucking right it's ok you Dumb shit.... "Alright.. sounds good. thanks for your time..." I said, turning and not looking back.

In the elevator ride down I retold my verbal flogging for the first of 20 times. But with each successive telling, my frustration slowly oozed out and I slowly restored myself to a state of uncaring content.

Finally it did dawn on me.
It was Valentines Day.
I was alone for it. I thought... I pushed it out of my mind.

I got home.
Moments later, a knock at the door.
Expecting the same usual nuisance I answered. Nope. The Fedex man.
A Valentine's Day Care Package :)
More Chocolate than enough chocolate to get me through the rest of the ngiht.... and sadly.. pathetically... A copy of Elizabethtown.

So at the end of the day, with no distractions left and half of my chocolate gone I was left thinking.... The thoughts that had nudged at me all day, the same ones that had been repeatedly pushed away came back, amplified by the movie.

I miss you.

yes you,
The one who thinks this couldn't possibly be said, again, about them.