Deep Thoughts by Missy…

So I got a massage last night by my friend Kari. It was my first ‘non painful’ massage and I enjoyed it. It took me a while to relax but I got comfortable after a while. I did think it was weird that Florida Law requires massage patients to be wrapped up in a sheet. It was weird. …oh well. Afterwards we went for some ice cream then watched Bruce Almighty.

That night, last night, I had a hard time falling asleep. Ever since Cale left he has called me everyday, sometimes twice. But the last time he called was 5pm on the 28th of June. So I called and left a message on his phone. About thirty minutes later I became really upset. I called him again, in tears, and left another message. Right now it’s a little after midnight on the 1st of July and I haven’t heard form him since. I’m a little worried. I hope he is alright.

Actually… I’m really worried.

I woke up this morning feeling a little better but still like shit. I felt like he left the country and I’m here to go on on my own as punishment for my mistakes. I know that sounds like left field but that’s how I feel. I’m doing stuff to keep myself busy but it still isn’t working. I still go to bed without talking to him. Dammit for being emotional nowadays.

Well it’s the half way mark and I really miss Cale. He has called me at least once everyday, which makes my day here a little better, but it still sucks. I can’t wait to see him. Nine more days!

So this whole week I have been working at school for the last rental of the summer. It’s Mary Joe’s Dance Studio. They usually rent out a theatre at TBPAC but I guess they were booked, so they came here. Well there are about 600 students and 90 precent of them are divas including all the mothers and the majority of the teachers. There are about forty pieces in each show and it is just chaos backstage. It has gotten better each day but with the majority of new kids everyday, it’s hard to say. But anyway, today was the worst I guess…or maybe my breaking point. In all theatres you need to be quiet backstage because it can resinate on stage. They never shut up, no matter how many times you tell them. There are three extra people on the headset which means we can’t talk about anything going on nor can we have peace and quiet either. On top of that, their deaf sound guy thinks he is the shit and has to make everything goes the way he pleases when he goes on stage or makes an announcement. So after our work crew sets something, he will go behind backs, usually mine, and does stuff his way. (And then they wonder why things don’t go smoothly.)

But anyway, I pretty much gave up and trying to help out backstage. I still do MY job but I don’t help out to make it a great show. So with that being said, there is only one more day of this shit, then it is over with.

…earlier this day, Cale calls me right when I get to work and asks me if I have received a package. I reply no, and he sounds really upset about it. He said that it was supposed to get there on Tuesday, it’s Saturday. So I call the front office and there is a package. So on my dinner break I drive home to go get it. I’m all excited because I think it’s some little trinket from Norway, but when I go to pick it up, it’s a box of flowers. I was really surprised but pissed off at the same time. So I run and open the box and the flowers are still alive, but not at their peak. So I was fuming. On top of that I had no time to eat before I had to drive back to school. I clipped all the petite roses, I don’t know how many I didn’t count, and ate my lunch I left here.

So the second half of work was better, but still the same bullshit going on. Then Grant told me during intermission that the word is that the moms don’t like me. And I was like, well that doesn’t surprise me. I’m doing my job and they don’t like to agree with it, so of corse they don’t like me. On top of that they are all divas. Oh and one more thing to add, the faculty have a piece that they perform that is the longest piece in the show and they come out and bow last in front of all of the students. How vain can you be.

I’m calm now and tired. I’m still aggravated that the office didn’t call me letting me know that I have a package that contained fresh flowers. It fucking said FLOWERS in big bold letters on two sides of the box. jeez… I hope they at least open a little bit. It was very thoughtful and cute. But if those things don’t do anything but just die, I’m going to give him some money because those things sat in a box for five days.

CALE COMES HOME JULY 7TH! YAY!