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Post by Tamsyn Daly on Aug 2, 2012 23:33:04 GMT -5
She wasn't scheduled to be in for another two hours, but Tamsyn showed up for work early anyway. Sometimes it was easier to be around other people than to be alone, and today was one of those days. She had spent all weekend waiting for a call from Trey, the cute boy she'd met at the club on Friday night and who promised to call her when he left her apartment the next morning. But he hadn't called, and he hadn't left her his number. Sometime around 5:00 Sunday night, Tamsyn had finally realized that he wasn't going to call her... ever. She'd been through it enough times that she really should have known by now, but she really honestly believed every time that they meant it when they said they'd call.
They never did.
So that morning, it was either stay in bed all day, gorging on chocolate ice cream and feeling sick about it, or come into work and keep herself busy by helping set up the restaurant for the lunch rush. She already felt bad enough about herself, so the second option seemed like a better idea.
Shelby had seemed surprised to see her so early, but she'd let her in and then disappeared in the back to plan the specials for the day. Tamsyn started setting the tables, but halfway through the third table, she sat down with a sigh and leaned her head against her hand. This was easier when there were other people around to talk to...
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Post by Jessica Blye on Aug 13, 2012 14:06:38 GMT -5
Jess was only half a mess when she got to work that morning. Her hair wasn't taken care of, her socks didn't match, her apron was over her shoulder. She was an idiot for letting her mother stay in her apartment, the woman took the bathroom hostage this morning and Jess didn't have time, opting to organize herself at work.
Once she was less razzled and more ready looking, Jess set off to the kitchen to do inventory and set up the menu. She went to the front to leave the specials on the host's desk when she saw Tamsyn with her head in her hands. "You look like how I feel right now," Jess said, pulling a seat up next to her.
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Post by Tamsyn Daly on Aug 20, 2012 21:32:30 GMT -5
Tamsyn looked up at the sound of Jessica's voice. She hadn't actually noticed the other woman enter the room, but she broke into a smile when she recognized Jess. Because Jess worked in the kitchen and Tamsyn was a waitress, they didn't get to talk that often, but Tamsyn still considered her to be a friend.
"Oh, hey, Jess. Didn't hear you come in," she said. She sat up straighter, and despite the smile on her face, it was obvious that she wasn't really happy.
"I had a pretty crappy weekend. How about you? You're looking pretty beat up yourself. Did you get enough sleep last night?"
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Post by Jessica Blye on Sept 2, 2012 20:46:40 GMT -5
"I'm sorry about that," Jess said sincerely. "Anything you wanted to talk about? I'm all ears," Jess said. She wondered what it was, that she didn't mind listening to other people's problems, but her mother's complaint about anything drove her up the wall. Maybe it was because her mother had so many more problems than anyone else ever possibly could.
"Not nearly enough," Jess sighed. "My mum...she's staying with me for a while..."
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Post by Tamsyn Daly on Sept 12, 2012 23:24:59 GMT -5
Tamsyn sighed. "Oh, you know. The usual. Men." She rolled her eyes at this, then sighed heavily. "It's such a cliche, you know? Girl meets guy, girl goes home with guy, guy says he'll owl, but never does. I don't know why I do this to myself."
She knew girls who didn't even expect guys to owl them back... they were OK with one night stands. Tamsyn was never OK with it. She wished she could be, that she could just be happy with what she got. But didn't she have a right to expect more?
She sat up straighter when Jessica mentioned her mother. She'd heard Jess talk about her mother before. It was fairly well known that Jessica's mother was kind of a train wreck. Tamsyn wished she didn't secret identify with the mother. But like Edie, Tamsyn was constantly getting her heart broken and needed help picking up the pieces. She was nowhere near that point right now... it had only been one night wit the guy. But she'd had quite a few failed relationships, and each time, it got harder to move on.
"Your mum? What happened this time?"
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