Back from the Blizzard
Tuesday, January 1st, 2004
Back from the Blizzard
A Dom Entry
Oi... Sunday. Of all the days to have a snowstorm, that would've been the worst.
And it was.
I had gone in to undo the disaster Marty had created in the mailroom while I was on Christmas holiday; I went in on the day I was supposed to be at home lying in bed with Billy. And there was a snowstorm.
Then, as though things couldn't have possibly gotten worse...(sure)...Leon showed up. Well, at the time, I was bloody infuriated. I mean, I already was. Then when he came, well... well there isn't even a bloody post on Sunday and he showed up asking about his mail - him, Leon, the one who flirts with my Billy - as though I'm going to be happy to see him.
Well, I wasn't.
But after much cursing and awkward moments of angry silence, we actually started talking...about things that we liked; that we had in common. I couldn't believe Leon knew anything about The Stone Roses; bloody amazing. I hated to admit it to myself, really...but we are pretty sodding compatible. If it hadn't been for that whole incident at the bar awhile back, Leon and I might have actually become friends straight off rather than sudden enemies.
And, yeh, I admit...I was to blame for a lot of that anger. It wasn't as though Leon even knew what was going on most of the time, not with this whole MS thing. I just got angry at him for something he didn't think he should have to control - his feelings for Billy. (Something which I'm still not sure I'm settled with, but I'm maintaining a smile for now). I should have apologized to Leon a long time ago.
Well, let's face it, I'm a stubborn arse. It's over now anyway. I had a good time with him on Sunday, even though we ended up cooped at the post office all night. In the morning the storm had died enough to let us out of the building, though the power wasn't back yet. Anyway, we both left in peace with each other, and I got home in one piece as well. Billy was safe, thank heavens; he'd been stuck at the house with some deputy. Someone must've been looking after my conscience.
Seeing Billy on Monday was like a miracle. I came in to work late on purpose that day, not only because the power was out all over town, but also just because I wanted to be with Billy long enough to let him know how worried I'd been about him. I went to work later that day, a bit regretfully, but overall feeling much better...about a lot of things. Even without the help of any heating at the office, I felt warmer with the knowledge that Billy was safe and everything was going to be all right; back to normal, if we ignore the depth of snow outside.
Damn I hate this job though. Who said that postmen were so resilient? Through rain and sleet and snow? I say bullocks to them; give me my warm bed and a warm drink. I'm going home to my boyfriend.
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