Yesterday was a day of conversations:

1) The supposedly rude one I had with a guest at our restaurant for which I can't remember for some strange reason.

2) The one I had with my boss in which she berated me for the alleged rude conversation and for being uncooperative with the rest of the 16 year old staff.

3) The one I had with my mum and my sister in which instead of getting their support on the altercation I had at work they in turn berated me some more for being antsy and irritable about nothing towards everybody.

4) The one I had online with my LJ friend rnddaway in which she encouraged me through her comments to "go get my man."

5) And the best one of all, the one I had with my crush on the phone in which he actually sounded excited to hear from me.

I could go on and on about this last one, all I shall say is, it made my fucking day: the things he said, how he said them, and how he consoled me to be happy about life. It made me remember the simple times, the simple life, when everything was so breezy, when I used to love everyone and everything.

I hope cupid is giving me another chance at this because I sure as heck would appreicate it.

Just a day, just an ordinary day.