Hello Dears!
Following last weeks critical and only slightly harsh take on life living with the male species, things have taken a turn for the better, and no, I have not won the lottery. Do you honestly think I would still be writing to you now if I was a millionairess? Pfft, I would be off drinking peachy champagne cocktails and hanging out with Cara Delevingne and trying to tell Evan Peters for the last time I am already taken - But meet me in the disabled loo's in five and I'll show him a real Freak Show!
Anyways I have not hit the big time, but the weather this weekend in the majority of the UK was like being in the Bahamas. So after heading to the doctors in the morning I had arrived back to the flat, changed into some shorts and headed out with Mr. Warehouse and the dog for an long walk in the afternoon sun. After walking near to ten miles to a local nature reserve and back again, puppy in toe exhausted as us from playing in the lake with all the other dogs I was well in need of a comfy Saturday night in front of the telly. With Sunday roast an absolute knock out of the park with everything home-made right down to the Yorkshire Puds and gravy I was well and truly done for the weekend.
With all of that excitement though I was busy at work when I started to get some very strange emails from Mr. Warehouse. "I can't believe I am doing this" was the first email, next came "Can you bring me a pen and piece of paper when you meet me for lunch" and when I asked what was going on all I got in reply was "I'm outside come and meet me". Scared for what might happen in the next few moments and fearing the worst I made my way from my desk, down stairs and into the canteen where a smug-faced Mr. Warehouse was stood waiting for me. Upon opening up his bag as instructed I pulled out a piece of paper folded neatly and read through the black and white writing and occasional lemon-yellow highlighter pen. It read:
"I can now confirm that we would like to offer you a contract with the Brewery and look forward to seeing you on Monday for your first day with us"
Overjoyed and so proud of my little Pooh Bear I ran over to my beloved boyfriend and gave him a big congratulatory hug and a big kiss. Finally this was the start of something new for us. No more low wages desperately trying to make ends meet for his bills and financial obligations. No more lengthy planning for birthdays and Christmases and holidays. No more horrible shift patterns. Finally life could slot into a more harmonious order for Mr. Warehouse and I.
Thinking back to last week, and the conversations that followed the uploading of said post, maybe now he can grown more confident within himself. Saying up-yours to his shitty co-workers he has had to deal with the past six years and choosing who he spends his time with will be a blessing. Its time for my Mr. Warehouse to branch out into the big wide world, making new friends and learning new skills. Confidence and being a newbie in the workplace always brings about new friendships and hopefully this will be the time Mr. Warehouse can make some new and more solid friendships outside of me and his family. I can already see him and his new work mates pratting around in the pub or having banter about the footy from the weekend on a Monday morning. We could finally have our own lives whereby he goes out after work with the lads and I wouldn't have to feel so guilty about spending the night in with the girls.
Yes, I acknowledge that this may not be perfect in the long run as the new job for him will still be shift work but it will also mean more time for us as a little team. With a little more money coming in he won't have to worry about things he is constantly fretting about financially and can relax, maybe even taking a holiday later on in the year.
I am so very, very proud of my wonderful boyfriend for making such a couragous step and leaving a company he joined when he was just a teenager and the fact that he has done this not for me, or the dog or anyone - But for himself. Besides he can still pop into see me and all his old work colleagues (most of them family mind) if he so wished and we would still be inviting him on the habitual night-outs.Speaking of which ... Whose up for a leaving do!
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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