so some things have transpired that have stressed me out to the point where i'm not taking care of myself.

i was moved to a different department. instead of handling only private label credit cards like stage and goody's, i'm handling all of those calls plus cards that handle mastercard and visa. so that increases my workload but not my pay. we had less than mediocre training by an individual that only has working knowledge of private label credit cards. i voiced my complaints about this little fact. but when complaining to management about how they choose to do things there is no change. go figure.

i was thrown into mastercard/visa unprepared. it was a nightmare. and a nightmare i'm continuing to live. if i didn't hate my job before i definitely hate it now. i misled into thinking that we would be having overtime in the new department. that dried up instantaneously as i entered the department. i need overtime to stay afloat and now i'm getting nothing until peak season.

another thing happened. a guy on facebook said make a post on his page and he'll say how we met. this was interesting and i couldn't resist. what i haven't mentioned is we messed around in college twice. the first time was abysmal. terrible hands, bad kisser. distractingly bad. so bad in fact, i avoided him for months because of it. we eventually started hanging around each other in mutual company. i carried it as though our encounter never happened, therefore, there was nothing to discuss. back then if you didn't have the fundamentals down i wasn't going to work with it. well, one day the following year, we ended up by ourselves again and he jumped me out of nowhere. i don't know what lessons or summer school class he attended but we actually had fun...until we didn't. the second encounter was made clear it was payback for backlash of the first encounter. towards the end of our encounter, he started pleasing himself. that i've never witnessed at the ripe age of 20. at the end of his session, he decided to wipe his prize on my chest. at 20, i didn't know what was going on. he got up, got a towel to clean himself up. i said hand me a towel as well. he said no. at that point i knew it was payback for the backlash from our first encounter. i said no problem, i grabbed his pillow slips to clean myself off. he wasn't happy nor did i care. and much like the first encounter, we didn't speak of it again.matter of fact, i don't recall us speaking again. i was a junior and he was a senior. he left and i never heard from him again until a facebook invite some time ago. but we still never spoke.

so with that little history being said, i really wanted to know what he would say about remembering me. "Of course I remember you! I met you through your big sis who I am very close to. However, our friendship grew to be a healthy one. A flower comes to mind." not the words i would've chosen but ok.

he started contacting me on fb messenger consistently since then but it was never a good time to talk. we did eventually talk last night. we played 20+ year catch up...still what went unspoken still goes unspoken. we didn't talk long. although it was a decent conversation. we plan on talking as soon as time allows.