Two weeks notice

Things have been going pretty well with me and R. We get along great, have similar tastes in almost everything and also like each other (which is always a plus).

For the past several weeks, we've been planning a weekend together. Just the two of us, going out and doing stuff that we wouldn't normally do alone. R would be coming in from out of town and we'd meet in the city. I even cleared my schedule, so nothing would interfere with our fun time.

Then, the plans changed.

R gets the opportunity to get paid overtime on the weekend. I don't have a major problem with this (especially since R would be driving from out of town, and gas isn't cheap). If I got paid overtime, I'd work as much as I can. So, what was originally planned for one weekend, was shifted to the next one.

Then, the plans changed... again.

On Thursday, I'm talking to R and mention the weekend. I have a couple of ideas of things we can do and wanted to know what would R be arriving. An excuse comes a bit too quickly: not coming, have other things planned. I know what this means because I've heard it all before; these "plans" entail other friends, and being drunk for two days.

Because I'm already irritable from a long and stressful week at work, I respond with something R doesn't like. Basically, I snap back, saying if R really liked me, then I'd be put first for once. I don't have time for this shit. I don't have time to wait to wait around. And, I don't have two weeks notice to sit on my ass.

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