I’m good, thanks for asking
I hope you’re okay too
Congrats on getting a job at Qpik
It’s a great company to work for
I’m sure Roxie is very happy to have you nearby
I never eat at the cafeteria, so no worries about bumping into me there
Trey does though, so you will probably see him
Congrats again on your new job
I am sure you will kill it
Good luck!
His texts take the wind out of my sails. He is perfectly polite as he basically tells me he doesn’t want to see me again.
I suppose I deserve it.
Although I can’t help but text back.
Liz: I am really sorry
About before
Mercifully, he responds right away.
Joe: It’s okay
No need to apologize
We need different things at the moment
You were clear from the start, I just didn’t want to hear it
It would’ve been nice if I’d met you at another time
But perhaps it wouldn’t have mattered, who knows
Take care, Liz nee Melanie
Good luck at your new job, I mean it
It feels so final, my heart squeezes.
I mean, what did I expect? It is unfair to yank his chain. I know what he wants and that’s not what I can give, not right now anyway. I can’t expect him to wait.
Only, if I’m being completely honest, waiting is exactly what I want him to do.
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I start on the following Monday, and I’m immediately swamped. New employee orientation, tasks left unfinished by my predecessor that have urgent upcoming deadlines—it all comes crashing down on me at once. I like my coworkers and my boss, but I’m definitely not in Kansas anymore. There is much more work than what I’m used to, so I don’t make it to lunch or coffee with Roxie even once during that first week.
I wonder if I made a mistake by taking this job.