Weekend Surprise
02-07-2010 Sunday
I swear the soft humming sound of an engine outside our house reminded me of a Yellow Cab delivery guy on his scooter, I was lying on my bed,sweating, half awake, trying to get some sleep as it was too early for me to get up. I didn't bother to look outside the window, I satisfied myself with imagining a Yellow Cab pizza being delivered to me. Hey, I was half awake, my imagination is as wide as it could get.
The sound stopped and I thought maybe it was just a dream afterall but then I heard footsteps outside, I know it wasn't my gramma, she left early and she wouldn't be home till evening. I was wondering who it was when the door creaked open and a too familiar head popped out of it. Alex.
I thought he has forgotten that today's my day off. I thought that he would be too busy with his new job to have time for me. He was smiling warmly at me. I smiled back and opened my arms for a hug. I finally got the chance to interrogate him about his new job.
He's working as a mechanic for Sym, he's a trainee for a month then after the training, he'll be earning an almost minimum wage salary. Sounds good than nothing, right? I know how hard it is to get a job these days especially for someone like us who never got the chance to go to college that's why I am happy for him and I told him we can finally start saving some money together.
I don't know why I'm letting myself post something as boring as this one because this is not something unusual or interesting or whatever... Forgive me, I don't have anything to do but type so I figured that while I'm at it I might as well update this blog.
Ok, this is really boring, so lemme wrap this up quick. I am happy that Alex visited me today, with his new job he'll be working for 6 days a week so it probably means I'll get to see him once a week, and surprisingly, I'm not sad about it. I miss him yeah, but now that I know what's keeping him busy, I'm cool with that. The end~ ;>
Labels: alex, boring, day off, love, motorcycle, pink crimson, weekend
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