I immediately regret what has just happened, it’s just that I was a bit freaked out and shaken up. Also feeling a bit vulnerable and in need of validation after the events of the last week and a bit. Still I probably should not have slept with my ex.
Okay I should probably start from the beginning and explain what happened today,
At work it was pretty much normal, I was being tortured by the new guy (Daniel) and Stanley (our tech guy) was trying to cheer me up. Everyone was just going about their business when suddenly alarms started sounding and red lights were flashing. (You know, perfect relaxing atmosphere)
All the doors sealed shut and the building went into lockdown. (Fun times)
So everyone had to immediately stick on these special masks and go directly to the shower room. (yep exactly what it sounds like.) We then had to strip down and get into a decontamination shower and no we were not afforded much privacy to do so even when concerns were raised about my extra large and grotty underwear.
So to recap, thus far today I though I was going to die, I had to get, not only naked but also display my worst underwear ever and after the shower leave my hair to go mega frizzy (cause I never thought to bring my straighteners to work) in front of everyone and stay like that all day.
As if that wasn’t bad enough, when we were getting dry and into different clothes (Government Issue tracksuits do wonders for the figure by the way) Katie asks about my boyfriend because I hadn’t really told anyone about us breaking up. Then I hear Daniel’s voice behind me and turn to hear him express surprise at my having a boyfriend because I had always struck him as “Painfully Single”. I don’t know why but it was made worse by the fact I was standing there in just a towel.
So yep, pretty upsetting. False alarm anyway, which is unfortunate cause I would have been happy for him to choke on poison at that exact moment, or for me to. Either way would have been good.
So then I get home and my ex is waiting for me with a big speech about how sorry he is and… you know the rest.
Sigh, what’s wrong with me.
