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I've been working at this chain coffee shop since a month after I turned 15.
I worked mostly evenings with the exception of Sundays where I worked sometimes mornings sometimes evenings.
I didn't have too much trouble at work other than the one asshat who caused everyone trouble but within a couple months that guy was "let go". ha, fucker deserved it.
Anyways, when I was 16,17,18 and some of 19, I was heavily drinking. never did any experimenting with heavy drugs. little bit of devil's lettuce here and there but nothing too crazy I was mostly into the hard liquor and I was always a funny, loud drunk. I wasn't ever violent. well except that one time I caught one of my friends amber in my room with my other friend Troy. Man, I was just trying to get a change of clothes for the girl that threw up and they tried to yell at me and I looked at them and I was like "who the f**k do you think you are". They must have realized they were in my room. i got so mad I grabbed the drunk girl some PJ bottoms and a random t shirt walked down the stairs and handed it to her. Amber had followed me from the bathroom to the kitchen and Iyou could tell she was embarrassed from getting caught. I punched the door frame of the the kitchen entry really hard. my knuckles were bleeding everyone wondering what the f**k was going on but I just said I'm fine now. we all kept drinking. later I found Amber passed out in the living room so I grabbed a blanket and put it on her the back door was open and it was a little breezy. I hated sleeping without blankets.
Amber and I laugh about this story now what we are older. the worst part of my drinking days was that I would party till it was time to work quickly shower. rollerblade to work and then work like I was totally fine and then go home and party again.
work was easy enough I could run the joint in my sleep. it was repetitive make coffee grab their grub and move onto the next. wasn't rocket science at all.
around age 19, we had a newbie who was from another coffee shop across the province. That's the glory of this place, no matter what shop you worked at the system was the same so to transfer stores was pretty easy. anyways, I remember working and the guy calls asks for the manager I hand the phone to Dave. and Dave's like s**t. Nate called in sick he broke his arm on his way to the hospital. he says he'll be here tomorrow still.
I stayed an hour later till Nates replacement came. Tim ahh, Tim he was a funny one, little socially awkward and a huge nerd. and I'm here for it. be who you want I don't care.
the next day I show up for my regular shift working 6am-3pm. At 230, that Nate guy showed up. he had a tattoo half way up his arm you could see some lines but the cast on his arm covering it. dirty blond hair blue eyes.
Anyways we all hung out downstairs at the bar after work cause you know I drink a lot. Nate and I start getting a little friendlier. we get to talking and find out he's 24. meh, age doesn't bother me at all. he's got a kid who lives 4 hours away. about 2 years old.
so in May of the next year we start dating. just after my 20th birthday, after a hard day's work and we go to see a band. Let's say there was a fair bit of drinking. We got back to the apartment he had and things got intense. we ended up making out and getting in bed. we definitely did things.
my coworker was discussing about going on a trip to the East Coast but wanting someone to go with. I immediately was like well I'll go. turns out that was the last vacation I would have for a while. it was beautiful had the a really good time some belly laughs and all that jazz. half way through the trip I started feeling travel sickness. Ive always had problems with motion sickness so it wasn't exactly a surprise for me. I still had a great time.
on the way home we took the ferry instead of taking the long way around. Let me tell you it was the worst thing to happen to me because the motion sickness heightened and I was pretty much a prisoner stuck in the bathroom.
I slept much the way home to avoid the motion sickness.
When I got home I was still feeling sick, maybe I came home with a bug after the trip. It wouldn't be the first time that happened to me. I called my friend Chey and then she asked me if I could be pregnant and I'm like honestly who knows at this point. why dont you bring me a test here on your way.
Jesus Christ. I'm 20 years old and having a baby. f**k. I texted Nate telling him we have to talk. Luckily I just had to make it through the weekend until my parents left for a vacation just out of town at a cottage.
We talked about what we wanted to do with the news and how we wanted to go about it. We discussed everything including abortion, adoption, and keeping the baby. Took us a very long time to come to wraps about what to do.
We decided to keep the baby and I'll stay home and work while he goes to school. he was studying to be a pilot. Now, we just had to tell our families. my family wouldn't be home till next week so wasn't too much of a problem.
We decided to tell my parents first. I baked some cherry chip cupcakes for Mom and Dad and my brother. I also made some for work. The light green icing with dark green writing. We put them back in the oven with a bun in with the cupcakes. the cupcakes said Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Jacob.
and then we waited for them to come home. God I was nervous.
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