Monday, July 13
I worked up the nerve to ask for the time off when Mac will be here. It went remarkably well, except for a few snide comments from Angela. I tried not to worry about her attitude. After all, I have earned the PTO, so I should be able to take it whenever I wish.
I made a point to tell my boss and Angela that I would be happy to work this weekend, in an effort to appease her blatant pissiness. It might take a while, but I am determined to get on her good side (or at least her neutral side).
This week is slowly crawling by, as I had known it would. I’m counting the hours until I get to see Mac again. I’m not even going to bother writing down the number of hours left. It’s a big, depressing number. I don’t want to wish my life away, but I miss Mac and can’t wait to see him a
