Pandapanda
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I've been having this endless turmoil running through my head lately, and I would like to hear some advice. This is going to run a little long, but please even if you read bits--I'm looking for any insight.
June last year I moved up from Georgia. Before I moved, I was working as a temp in a low paying night job. I essentially made outbound calls to customers about a benefits program (which I won't go into explaining because it's really not interesting). Anyways, I started working there when I was 24 and throughout that time many of the full-time employees treated me as if I were expendable. For nearly a year I garnered very little respect. That job was quite difficult for me to get and it truly did hurt that the people who hired me expected so little of me. At the time my sister was earning her M.S. at a prestigious engineering school and anytime I'd mention her and her accomplishments people would naturally compare the two of us. Let me say, I love my sister she's probably my truest friend. And this isn't really about her.
Then my sister got a well-paying position to move to Norwalk, CT and work for a renowned company. She asked me to move with her, and I knew that going would mean I would start anew with no job and no offers. I saved for the second half of the year I worked with the company in Atlanta and moved to CT.
When I got to CT I began temping (again) and because I was feeling insecure about that, I wore my sister's hoodie from her engineering school. During that time, I became a regular at a bar where I would go and read on Wednesday evenings and over time I had developed a crush on a waiter that works there. He made advances at me a few times and each time I would push him away. The bar was mid-upscale and I was afraid if he knew the truth he would not like me. Mind you I never said I went to the school because I was too afraid to have a real personal conversation with him. The worst part is he's one of the rare people I've ever felt "connected" to (The only person in fact.).
So, for a few weeks I didn't see him working there and I began to panic. I would keep going to the bar different days of the week, hoping to see him again--to no avail. A month passed and I had given up and stopped looking and started frequenting different places. Until finally last week, on my way back from eating, there he stood on the sidewalk right in front of me! He said "Hi, How's it going?" and the only thing I could think to do was to tell him the truth about everything. I told him I went to a state school, I graduated with a liberal arts degree, I was working as a temp, and I would be leaving in July.
I felt relieved being honest, but I'm not sure about his reaction. He didn't say much, but his facial expressions seemed to read mistrust. We exchanged some very curt chit chat and then he told me "I hope you come see us again before you leave." It felt very cold, and I know I misled him about the school I went to, but is what I did so wrong that I wouldn't be deserving of forgiveness especially after I told him the truth about everything? I just didn't want him to judge me like people have in the past. Even though I know, by feeling that way I was making a judgment about him.
And that was the last time I saw him. I feel sick inside and like I squandered the closest opportunity for a real relationship I've ever had.
Thank you for reading.
June last year I moved up from Georgia. Before I moved, I was working as a temp in a low paying night job. I essentially made outbound calls to customers about a benefits program (which I won't go into explaining because it's really not interesting). Anyways, I started working there when I was 24 and throughout that time many of the full-time employees treated me as if I were expendable. For nearly a year I garnered very little respect. That job was quite difficult for me to get and it truly did hurt that the people who hired me expected so little of me. At the time my sister was earning her M.S. at a prestigious engineering school and anytime I'd mention her and her accomplishments people would naturally compare the two of us. Let me say, I love my sister she's probably my truest friend. And this isn't really about her.
Then my sister got a well-paying position to move to Norwalk, CT and work for a renowned company. She asked me to move with her, and I knew that going would mean I would start anew with no job and no offers. I saved for the second half of the year I worked with the company in Atlanta and moved to CT.
When I got to CT I began temping (again) and because I was feeling insecure about that, I wore my sister's hoodie from her engineering school. During that time, I became a regular at a bar where I would go and read on Wednesday evenings and over time I had developed a crush on a waiter that works there. He made advances at me a few times and each time I would push him away. The bar was mid-upscale and I was afraid if he knew the truth he would not like me. Mind you I never said I went to the school because I was too afraid to have a real personal conversation with him. The worst part is he's one of the rare people I've ever felt "connected" to (The only person in fact.).
So, for a few weeks I didn't see him working there and I began to panic. I would keep going to the bar different days of the week, hoping to see him again--to no avail. A month passed and I had given up and stopped looking and started frequenting different places. Until finally last week, on my way back from eating, there he stood on the sidewalk right in front of me! He said "Hi, How's it going?" and the only thing I could think to do was to tell him the truth about everything. I told him I went to a state school, I graduated with a liberal arts degree, I was working as a temp, and I would be leaving in July.
I felt relieved being honest, but I'm not sure about his reaction. He didn't say much, but his facial expressions seemed to read mistrust. We exchanged some very curt chit chat and then he told me "I hope you come see us again before you leave." It felt very cold, and I know I misled him about the school I went to, but is what I did so wrong that I wouldn't be deserving of forgiveness especially after I told him the truth about everything? I just didn't want him to judge me like people have in the past. Even though I know, by feeling that way I was making a judgment about him.
And that was the last time I saw him. I feel sick inside and like I squandered the closest opportunity for a real relationship I've ever had.
Thank you for reading.