Two Fridays Later
After that spectacular blow up in the break room, I had gone back to my desk and tried to act like everything was as before. But I knew things would never be the same, not after spilling my guts and looking like an utter jackass in front of Justin. I asked June to change shifts in an attempt to reduce the amount of time I spent in his presence. I had stopped going to the gym, so I didn’t care when I worked, or for how long. I felt he saw right through me, that I was a desperate, love-sick i***t, and I would never live it down.
My new hours were from one o’clock in the afternoon until nine at night, but I volunteered a lot when they needed extra workers—usually at night, so I was almost never home. I ate less, and I lost weight. I was usually on a call when Justin came o
