Sarah's Life

If I told you this was killing me...

"If I told you this was killing me, would you, would you stop?" - The Juliana Theory

I got called in to work yesterday. For the first time since I started, I had to work the register through our lunch rush. (Usually I bus) Well, about halfway into it, Munchie walks in, and gets a pop. I really didn't say anything, simply because I was having enough trouble keeping up on the register, and I really didn't want to talk to him. Well, halfway through a large back up, he comes over, and asks me to talk with him after work. My response? "I really don't feel like talking to you right now".

Ok, well, I nearly got in a shitload of trouble on that one - we had another store manager filling in for ours, and he nearly took my head of for talking to a customer like that - until I told him that that customer was my ex-boyfriend, and he'd keep coming in here until the day the world ended (AKA, when Chipotle goes out of business).

Well, after work, he happened to be refilling that drink (As I said, he works nextdoor), and he followed me out - I was hoping to avoid him, and I guess he didn't pick up on the me-passing-him-and-leaving-before-he-can-say-something bit. Meh. So he asks when we can talk. I don't want to, he doesn't understand. I just can't face him. It hurts too much still. And if he is trying to act mature, this sure as hell isn't the way to go about it.

Kgirlfae ~ Wanting