Battle For Evermore

To start off, I always liked how That 70's show had all of their episodes named after Led Zeppelin songs, so there really shouldn't be anything taken from the name. Just sayin'.

So, I had to work at the theater across the street for 2012 for the midnight and the Friday and Saturday after that. I'm aware I'm a bit tardy with this, but I'll get to my New Moon experiences later. Btw, I was never very good a foreshadowing.

Anyway, my ex who runs the theater across the street was apparently beginning to have kidney failure the night of the 2012 midnight. So, me being the whore I am for hours/money, and I'll admit feeling a little bad for my ex decided I would help them out. Everything went pretty smoothly Thursday and Friday night until this pansy motherfucker named Jessie had to go and ruin it all.

So, Marla (my ex who I will partially protect for confidentiality sake) bought everybody pizza Saturday for pulling through and not cracking under the pressure. Jessie drove to go pick up the pizza, and just like usual at my job, everyone sat around talking during downtime instead of sending people on break like we should be doing. By the time, I had done all I could at that time there was one breadstick and one piece of pizza left.

Now, me and Jessie had been joking around and verbally messing around all weekend and I acknowledge him and we talk whenever I watch a movie. So, Jessie offered me the last breadstick and after I ate it, he had told me it had dropped on the ground. If this hadn't happened to me I probably would have laughed pretty hard, but in my opinion that qualifies as a dick move. I usually don't take things very seriously, but instead of swearing at him or making a scene I simply just walked over and lightly slapped him in the face.

Apparently, I had insulted his honor or something because he started freaking out, saying I hit him, but trust me he would know if I hit him and we wouldn't have gotten off that easily if I actually wanted to hurt him. He stormed out of the office and Marla followed him with me a minute or two behind. Obviously I wasn't trying to offend him or anything, but if you can't stand the fire, get out of the kitchen.He was so pissed off that Marla wouldn't even let me apologize so I just got sent home instead.

Like a couple hours later, Marla starts texting me asking to meet me at this hill we used to go to when we were dating so we could talk about "stuff". Somebody reminded me people have been fired for less, so once I agree and leave my house she bails and says she doesn't want to meet up anymore.

Now, let me be clear. I FUCKING HATE MIND GAMES!!! I didn't like them back then and she has no reason to make me jump through hoops now. I'm pretty sure she still wants my cock, but that's not happening so she's just gonna have to deal with her shit on her own.

The next day back at work I had to explain to my boss what happened, who is bff's with my ex btw. I got a final warning for fighting at work, so I'm pretty sure I'll have racked up the most write-ups for a manager in company history by the time I'm done. I guess we'll just have to tune in to see what happens next...