Month is over! Post title represents the releasing sound I just made upon returning home after being at work/a chapel since 8am (arrived home at 10:45pm).

I dunno, it was a long goddamn day. On the plus side, I now know what it feels like to work every wedding of the day fueled by a good night’s sleep and no breakfast (God Bless Dave for Lunch).

Some shit went down with parties not present, information conveyed by Dave and I was sore and pissed off the rest of the day. I felt bad about it because my scorn was kind of leaking onto the coordinators I was working with today, and well, they didn’t deserve it. I won’t get into it but fuck, let’s just say everytime I thought about the issue words like “bitches!” started falling out of my mouth.

But it’s hard to justify getting all bummed about bitches talking shit when I’ve got homies in possibly worse shape than me. Case in point, a couple nights ago was our company dinner. I sat between Dave and my Boss, Take. Near the end of the dinner, Take calls Dave over to his side of the table to talk about work. I hear J’s name come up (who was not present for some reason) and I’m thinking “ooh! Are we throwing him a surprise birthday party?! Yeah!” Dude turned 21 today, I sent him a happy birthday text. But anyway, thaaaat was not what they were talking about.

He’s apparently in trouble for some shit that I know more about than I’d like to. It’s not my business, I’m not management, so I wish I didn’t hear anything of it. And so I went on since pretending like I heard nothing of it, even when Warren tried to talk about it with me.

Whatever, as far as I’m concerned, mistake though it may be, it was very small and from what I know didn’t really hurt anything other than piss off one of the companies we’re contracted with. But when I’m leaving the office tonight (last night?) I grab a new copy of the schedule and see his name’s not on it.

THAT bothers me much more than it should. I don’t like it. I sent the guy a happy birthday text this morning and now I don’t see his name anywhere on the board.

I don’t know, I have some kind of invested interest in my work relationship with J. No homo.

It’s nothing really personal or specific to say, but we both started this job at the same time and we’re the two youngest employees of this company by half a decade+.

I think of him as like a war buddy and every bump along our road to being salary like the other shooters are mortars and shit exploding around us in our fox hole. No homo.

I’d like to scale it to an image of him catching a sniper’s bullet. I regret that he gets taken out, but I also kinda fear that I’ll be next. Like it’s a sign to show me that you can get clipped, don’t doubt it.

I’m hoping he’s just on some kind of probationary period or some shit, that next week he’ll be back in the schedule on a training regimen or something.

But his name was still erased. It bothers me. On his birthday though? Really?

Fuck.

I’m gonna duck down till the tanks and medics come by if it’s alright with you.

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