Hacking The Relationship Code

Chapter 16: Sweaty and Smelly

Saturday

The morning swept by with me drowsing through the class, praying that the professor wouldn't catch me. I grabbed some dark coffee before I had to report at work.

My first day at work was pretty exhausting. Mrs. Stillman furnished me with how I was supposed to carry on. She demonstrated the billing procedures for me to learn. I was told to recollect the items in all the shelves and store a mental picture so that when a customer asked, I could help them promptly. Next, she showed me how to use the software for accounting and stocking. I was slowly picking up everything. I couldn't let my lack of sleep spoil my impression on the first day so I kept of sipping some coffee or Gatorade from time to time to keep me going. After all first impressions last for a lifetime. By the end of my first day at work, I had an idea of everything. I was sure that in a few days, I would know everything there is to be known by the tip of my finger.

By the time my shift got over at 6, I was starving. I went home and popped a couple of chocolates to overcome the deficiency of carbs I was feeling. I made the easiest recipe I knew and licked the plate clean without even bothering to change before dinner. Once my stomach was taken care of, I relaxed and decided to watch some Netflix.

Mia was home by then. She asked me about how it went at work and we chatted about my first day. I had completely forgotten that we had invited Leslie over today to make up for the time we couldn't have a girl's night. I was in no mood to entertain her considering my tired state. But we couldn't bail on her now. She came at around 8 with her sleeping bag and books. Not to forget she even bought her homework at a fun night -out where we were allegedly supposed to chill. MSU was growing on her.

Even though I acted like the idea of homework on a girl's night disgusted me, truth be told, we could actually use that. We had a truckload of submissions due next week and since I was going to be busy kicking ass at my new job, why not try and get some work done so that it's not stressful last minute.

School work was easier done in a group. By midnight the three of us had completed a chunk of work. We deserved some chilling now. Mia decided to open the wine we kept in our fridge for special occasions. None of us were big on drinking but sometimes you just need to blow off some steam. We decided to play the cliché 'Never have I ever' since we were already all set with the props.

A lot of embarrassing and personal details came out during the session. The wine had triggered a cozy vibe. It's good to have a girl's night once a while. Fun, meaningless banter, and good wine. What else would you want to let loose on weekends? I might have almost peed in my pants with all the laughter and hooting we indulged in. Even Mia seemed to have let loose today, I never expected her to open up so much to Leslie.

When we were out of any options, we switched to stalking people on Instagram. We bitched about how worthless they were in life when in reality, we were just jealous that they got to go to places and travel the world with their loved ones, while we were stuck with exhausting classes and assignments. Most stuff on social media was fake but it had the power to depreciate the value of your life to you and I am not going to deny that we were precisely being victims to that.

I decided to upload a picture on my Instagram. I hadn't uploaded anything in a while. Mia helped me select and edit the picture while Leslie searched for a suitable caption. The end result turned out to be pretty good. Classy, as I would like to call it. I could at least let people believe I was having a good time, even if it wasn't entirely true. To be honest I wasn't even having a tough time, just things weren't going as smooth as I wanted them to be. For the first time today, I was missing home and my mom more than anyone.

The entire week flew by within a blink of an eye. We were already two months into uni-life trying to sledge our way through. Overall, I would say things were going good except for my stuff with Adrian. I was trying to get over him. I had been avoiding him all week but whenever I came back home after a long day, I missed him. I wished I could talk to him. There was an Adrian named lump stuck in my throat which I was determined to either swallow or throw up. But none of it was happening.