My fiance/best friend has been on the road for over 2 months now. He was supposed to be home July 4th. But then his company screwed him over. Said he'd be home July 18th instead. We were depressed but saw it as a test of our strength and dealt with it. Then the date changed to July 26th. We were thrilled to find that he was certified and given his own truck by Tuesday July 22nd. We were anxious to see eachother and felt like "thank GOD this is coming to an end!" I received a call from him this morning on my cell phone.
Now keep in mind I started my period this morning and I awoke with a severe cold as well. I was jazzed to hear my cell phone begin singing "The Dynamo Of Volition" by Mraz himself. I knew it would be Brian and I assumed that he was calling to tell me of his route and when to expect him home.
This wasn't quite the case. Instead he gave the heartbreaking news that he now will probably not be home until July 30th at best. I didn't know what to say. I was stunned, my nose was stuffy and running all at the same time (tell me how that is possible, btw?!) and I felt myself ready to cry. He said he has to work a full WEEK before they will allow him home time and even at that he is only allowed 5 days off. (WHAT?!) Once we hung up I had to suck it up and ask my boss for yet another change in request of vacation time (I've changed it approximately 4 freakin times now). I immediately started to cry and she ushered me into her office. We changed my schedule AGAIN and I calmed down.
Brian then called me to talk to me a bit more. He is very disheartened. He is angry. He is ready to quit where he stands. I did my best to be uber-positive. I pushed him to stick it out and remember that yeah it sucks but we all have parts of our jobs that we hate but we get through it because we have to. I also told him that it's a good thing because I have a cold and my period, so by the time he gets home I should be all cleared up of any problems whatsoever. Hopefully he will perk up once he thinks about it a bit.
To me this is like hearing the ice cream truck's jingle from inside your house when you're a kid. You hear it. You know it's coming! You start running around the house begging parents for money and when they deny you their spare change you start rummaging around your room, couch cushions and backpacks for money. The sound of "The Entertainer" gets closer and your heartrate is near to exploding! You round up enough change for your favorite ice cream truck treat (For me it's gotta be either the Red White and Blue rocket looking pop that was always WAY too big but SO damn good or the Pink Panther treat with the frozen gumball eyes) and run outside, most likely barefoot, to wait for the truck to round the corner. And though the song gets closer, it never seems to appear. After waiting for a good fifteen minutes you are now sitting in your driveway on your butt, still shoeless, tossing pebbles across the road while the money in your other hand is all warm and sweaty at this point. The song is still audible. Yet there is no ice cream truck in sight.
This is how I feel right now... like my ice cream truck somehow got lost on the way to my road and I'm standing in the driveway with rocks digging into my feet, a fist full of quarters and a hope in my heart. A hope that is slowly dying.
Damn you phantom ice cream truck! Turn off your damn music if you aren't going to ever show up at my house!
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