Unexpected Silence And An Anticipated Ass Whooping

Sometimes you want to know.  Sometimes, in your head, you have to know.  Sometimes you’ll even take some form of action to get that answer.  It may not be the answer you’re looking for or even want, but in the end, you know where you stand.  Once you get that answer, then you can take that next step and move forward accordingly.

So, after a week or so of texting her “good morning” and not getting any kind of response, I have my answer.  In what I decided would be my final effort, I texted her on Friday morning with a short, but simple text:

Morning…

As I do.

Prior to this past Friday, I hadn’t texted her since Thursday, 09/11.  I texted her twice on 09/09, at exactly 6am and again at 9am.  In the end, none of these text messages was able to elicit any kind of response from her.  I think in the modern era, this phenomenon is referred to as “ghosting”.  This particular situation is especially unusual, being that she and I had been in regular contact since mid-January and we had seemingly gotten along for these eight months.  Then, without warning, in now early September, in comes an unexpected cold chill.

So be it.

Such is life.  People come and people go.  Truly, this is no skin off my back.  I’ve reached a point with this situation where I don’t care anymore because caring serves no purpose and it does me no good.  I hope she’s doing okay, but in the end, I won’t know for sure unless SHE reaches out.  I’m not sad.  I’m not even upset.  I’m just moving on, moving on without her, that is.  If she happens to text me again, sure, we’ll talk.  I just don’t know where that conversation is going to go, especially with everything that happened (or didn’t happen for now just over a week).  We shall see, if it actually happens.

Work was work this past week, though I want to say that I was busier than usual.  Maybe I was a bit more fatigued than usual?  I met with management on Wednesday and as has been the case for the past few months, my production and productivity remain, at the very least, satisfactory.  Actually, I think that my production this last month might have been somewhat impressive with the work that I’ve done.  If you’re asking me, I don’t think that I did that well, but apparently, management saw it differently and I see no reason to challenge what management sees.  Still, I have to think that because some of my coworkers’ own output has probably been lower and dare I say, inferior, than what I did, I again stand out for all the wrong reasons.  It looks like my subpar efforts are apparently good enough to trump whatever my coworkers are doing.  I guess when the bar is that low, sometimes even less than the bare minimum will suffice.  Such is life in that office, I guess.

It rained earlier in the week, which was completely unexpected, at least in this part of Southern California in the middle of September.  For a brief moment, I thought I was in Miami again.  Earlier in the week, it was muggy, perhaps even humid outside.  Definitely wasn’t the kind of weather where one would anticipate rain, but the rain came and went.  It was a light rain mostly, nothing destructive, but just enough to make the windshield dirty.  It won’t motivate me to actually exert myself to wash the car, because it seems that every time I do, it rains again and all my efforts go to waste.  I’ll just keep the car dirty.  As long as it runs, I’ll be fine.  Maybe by the end of the year, I’ll run it through the car wash at least once.  Maybe.

USC handled business yesterday and finished off the Michigan State Spartans by a final score of 45-31.  USC didn’t cover the spread though, but since I don’t gamble, I didn’t care.  I just wanted the win and we got it.  After all, USC was favored in the game.  USC now sits undefeated at 4-0 and with any luck, we climb in the Top 25 rankings this week.  Maybe we hit #24 this week?  I’m not too concerned about the rankings, being that we’re still early in the season.  I’ll take 4-0 any day, especially with as bad as USC was this time a year ago (2-1).

I was thinking about taunting Charles at work tomorrow, by e-mail anyway, over the ass whooping that Michigan State took this weekend.  He’s a Spartans fan.  We don’t work in the same office anymore and even though he is still in upper management, that does not make him above ridicule nor impervious to maybe some friendly ribbing.  As I said earlier, USC was favored in that game, so it shouldn’t surprise Charles that his Spartans lost.

Maybe I hit him with something like:

Hey Charles, what dat ‘SC like?  I know that y’all Spartans didn’t think y’alls wuz jus’ gon come into LA and leave with a dub, right?  Naw, not dis year…

I didn’t always speak and write in educated English.

I’ll probably write my e-mail to Charles, using the kind of English that I know I’m capable of using.

So, that about does it for now.  I don’t think I’ve used any inappropriate terms in this entry, so I think I’ll be all right.  Tomorrow will be the beginning of another week, one that I hope doesn’t suck.  Most of the dumb stuff that happens to me will likely take place at work, so I guess only some of my day could be stupid.

Indeed, we shall see what happens.  As is typical for me, I remain hopeful.