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I knew that Ann would be in a bad mood when I walked into work last night and I was right. She didn't say anything when I walked into the room and neither did I. Her body language spoke volumes though.

I decided if she was going to be that way, I would just leave her alone to stew in her thoughts. There was enough to keep me busy and she could keep going about whatever she was doing.

Then sometime later the first exchange of the night happened.

Ann: Where is Waterford?
Me: It's in Wisconsin.
Ann: I didn't ask for a sarcastic comment.
Me: I thought that you were talking about a client. (We do have a customer with that name) I can't really remember where it is without looking at a map.
Ann: (inaudible but my guess would be that it had to do with looking for a house)
Me: (after looking at a map online) It's south and west of Milwaukee. It's not exactly a close commute.
Ann: (silence)
Me: Did I do something to piss you off?
Ann: (silence)

Sigh. Why do I even bother? Note to self: Do not make friends with women who have more emotional problems that you can handle.

I think that we muttered something to one another one more time before she left for the night. Basically we passed an hour and a half in almost complete silence. It made for a great working atmosphere. I almost felt as though I were working with Donna. Her and I spent more than one Sunday together at work that way, but we were never that close anyway so it didn't matter. I thought that Ann and I got along better, but I guess that I was wrong.

Yes, I can understand that Ann has some serious problems going on in her private life at the moment, but it would still be nice if she could take five minutes of her time to tell me what is going on at work. I mean she is here for a reason. I need to know if there are any problems that I need to address before she leaves.

For a moment I almost missed the ranting of the previous person who held her post. Each and every Friday and Saturday night toward the end of his stint in that shift, he would whine on and on about how being here was a prison. On those nights I couldn't wait for him to leave and I was starting to feel the same way about Ann.

Yes, I'll be the first to admit that working Friday and Saturday nights is not very pleasant for most people, but I didn't make either of them take the job. They took it all by themselves. I didn't force them.

...

I was in a good mood before I went to work. I had slept well and spent part of the night listening to the new album by U2. Their last effort did very little for me, so I never got a copy, but this new one seems okay. They seem to be going for more of a folk sound this time around.

...

Okay. A few hours have passed since I wrote the above rant and my mood is much more subdued now.

Ann overslept so I didn't see her before I left work. I did, however, speak with her on the phone a few minutes ago where she apologized and said that she couldn't go with me to a play tonight, because she had to find a place for her daughters to live and soon.

We had made this plan to see the play a few weeks ago, but that was before this new complication arose in her life. I'm not mad at her. I understand that things happen that we can't control. I just wanted an answer.

Now at least I know that I'm not an asshole and that we can still hold a civil conversation. Maybe being on the phone made it easier to talk with me.

I don't mind going to see the play alone. I do it all of the time, but I thought that I would take a chance and call Party Girl and see if she wanted to go. After shocking her out of her sleep, she said that she wanted to go, but that she was so far behind in writing papers that she couldn't go. She did however say that she would go with me any other time to see a play.

The clock says that it is eleven in the morning and I should really go to sleep so I won't fall asleep at the play tonight.

 
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