Adulting Like an Adult
Dear diary. Today I woke up, went to work, and came home.
Okay, in the middle of that there was a fair bit of button pushing and serum making and attempting to contact aliens and – for the life of me – brainwashing people into changing their clothes. I’ll never understand that, but … <shrug> … it’s on the current list of tests to run. I’ll continue doing stupid tests as long as they keep handing over the simoleons.
Because simoleons means …. renovations!
I absolutely love my new kitchen.
It looks all grown-up and stuff.
A real living room space that doesn’t look like the corner of a college dorm.
A larger bedroom as well, although I’ll admit that most of it is taken up with…
… my lab equipment. Eh…, at least it’s out of the living room.
It’s starting to look like a real house. I’m quite proud, and quite broke once it was all completed.
Still, I felt great. I tried calling Aiden, to see what yesterday was all about, but he’d already started work. It might be tricky making this work if he starts his job at the same time that I finish mine.
Well! Only one thing to do then.
Let’s get this over with.
At least he didn’t run when he saw me come in. I sat where he couldn’t ignore me, ordered wine, and asked him WHAT THE HELL.
It worked. We had a good talk, and I feel loads better. And … worse.
As it turns out, he was really looking forward to meeting me yesterday, wandering the park in the sunshine. But, he’s also kind of shy, and apparently I make him nervous. ME. I make him nervous!
You know that moment when someone thinks you’re all successful and competent, a successful adult who’s apparently adulting like an adult, and you’re still trying to figure out where your arms go and how to cook something other than grilled cheese? It was certainly a hell of an eye opener for me. I also discovered that I’m nearly 10 years older than him.
But what about yesterday? Well, he explained that when he got near the park he thought I’d be alone. Instead, I was surrounded by my girlfriends, laughing and having a great time, and he froze up. He panicked, and spotting one of his friends’ kids, ran to the playground instead.
Jeez, I felt like a complete schmuck.
“Oh Aiden, I’m so sorry. That hadn’t occurred to me at all.” He shrugged slightly.
“It’s okay…”
“No… no it’s not. I should have been actually thinking for once. Please forgive me? Give me another chance?”
“Give you another chance? I was hoping you’d give me another chance!”
He smiled. I smiled. The woman at the end of the bar smiled. We all agreed to give it another try.
Now I just have to wait until the weekend again. Maybe I’ll need to find him a better job…
I made pancakes, Kimberly flirted and told me how perfect I was.
And it’s really only a short walk down the path on this beautiful island. We held hands, silently enjoying the outdoors, before arriving at the cafe.
Don was, apparently, on a break. I don’t recall him ever actually working here. Maybe he just likes the outfit and hanging around in coffee bars. Luckily I know how to use one of these things. Just gimme the coffee.
“But… but last night, I thought…”
I think I lost it.
I called her a few things that I’ll probably regret later. She just sighed sadly, and walked away.
I curled up in a ball and cried myself to sleep, where I stayed for a few hours.
When I woke up, I was feeling better about things. Not … completely fine, but better. Kimberly was still a giant jerk, but I wasn’t going to keep that from hurting so much. I was still doing well, and the night before was still a lot of fun. She didn’t ruin dating for me, just dating her.
And a bar. You gotta love a park with a bar.
I spotted Myron, out on the deck, on a date. Hrmph.
Shall we try that again?
Holy Crap! That’s a $3,800 bed! As much as I really want to keep this, that’s more money than I can pass up.
This damn thing’s a money maker.
Okay, what the heck? After this crazy yellow thing, I got a nice little grey bed. C’mon, I can do better…
Whoa whoa… what …
Crap! What the heck happened? I don’t have a fire extinguisher! I mean, I can’t burn the house down, because … well, you know. Hang on…
Right! Freeze ray! Huh. Okay, so fire’s out. I put in a call to the insurance company, letting them know that the bed just “caught fire”. They claimed that this particular model didn’t have a history of bursting into flames, but did agree to pay me a hundred or so in compensation.
Okay… one last time.
You know… that’s okay. It’s not on fire. How can I sleep if my bed is burning? That’ll do for now.
It was a fairly routine shift at work, although Meagan spent literally all day sitting on the computer. Looking for a new job, I hope. Meanwhile *some* of us actually researched and experimented.
Some of us did our jobs, Meagan.
I finally have walls around my washr… I finally have a washroom! Dry TP that hasn’t absorbed the dew all night!
I got a few hours of quiet reading in as well, followed by a half hour or so of just picking up all the fricken’ books people left lying around. I didn’t get them all, but some. I was getting tired and angrier every time I picked up another. I gave up and went home.