
So, my trip to Tennessee was good. The drive down was blissfully uneventful. I stopped in Lexington, VA at Aunt Sarah’s for a lunch of pancakes and grits like I always do. (It’s my half-way point) I got into town, found the store and then went on to the hotel to get checked in and settled. I ordered some dinner and read for the rest of the night. The hotel sucked and I had like 12 channels on tv, 4 of them being HBO. Which, plays pretty much nothing but crap anymore. But I had packed a ton of books so I was pretty set.
The next morning I turned left out of my hotel instead of right and ended up temporarily misplaced. So I stopped at a Mickey D’s for a bacon egg and cheese biscuit and to get my bearings. (Things look decidedly different at 5 in the morning) I figured out what I had done wrong and headed back the other way, got to my store in time to eat my breakfast and smoke a cigarette before heading in for the morning.
The guy I was working with is not one of my favorite people in the world, but hey, you have to work with all types and I can get along with anyone. I’ve met him several times since I took this position in Feburary and I was really not looking forward to spending five days cooped up in a little tiny office with him. But I dealt with it and if I felt the need to throttle or choke him to within an inch of his life I just got up and walked out for a few minutes.
But, I met a guy. I guy that I really like. That I really like like I haven’t liked anyone in a very long time. I don’t even remember liking my ex-husband this much. We have so much in common it’s kind of scary. And he’s cute and he has the most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen.
Unfortunate situation number one: We work together. Of course this means that I got to spend 90% of my time working in Tennessee working with him. We kept each other sane while working with the asshole I mentioned earlier. But, still, we work together. At least until the end of January when I lose my Tennessee stores to another district.
Unfortunate situations number two: Duh, he lives in Tennessee and I live in Virginia. There are 370 miles between us. Even if we didn’t work together and I had any inkling that he had half as much of an interest in me as I have in him, that’s still a pretty big issue.
Not that it matters. I have a crush. I get those a lot and I’m sure I’ll get over it eventually. Until then, I’m actually looking forward to my next trip to visit my Tennessee stores.






