I finally got to my godmom’s house and she could tell that I was upset. She wanted me to tell her everything and I did manage to do so in the midst of several texts and calls from Jason that I ignored. It actually felt good to vent to somebody. I was glad she was there, because I was such a mess. A real stinking mess.
Depression was doing its best to settle in. I did everything I could not to break down, but it just wasn’t working. I mean, how does one go through an almost marriage, a near fight, and a breakup that’s made clear when she sees the love of her life and his new wife just a week later and not break down.
I needed a break from all of this, so I decided that I would put in for my vacation during my “move” week to relieve some stress. After getting everything in order for my vacation time, I went to stay with Keon for the last week of my waiting stretch. And boy that was a commute! It took me an hour to get to work, but it was what it was.
During that week, I received a few texts from Jason that were a little stalker-like and obsessive so Keon suggested I change my number because it didn’t seem like Jason was going to stop. Even after Keon picked up the phone one time and flat out told Jason to quit calling, Jason was still relentless and started sending me voicemails through the “Sprint backdoor” system so he didn’t have to physically call me. How ridiculous, so I went ahead and changed my number which immediately took a weight off of my shoulders.
Keon also suggested I consider quitting or transferring my job. I thought about it, but I didn’t want to leave my job, because besides those attendance infractions, I was on my way to becoming a supervisor. I knew most of the managerial duties. However, my reasons for not quitting quickly became reason enough to apply somewhere else.
Keon offered to help me if I needed some financial help while in between jobs. I thought this would be too much and I didn’t want to feel like I owed him anything, but Keon, knowing me as he did, assured me there would be no strings attached. I kept all of what he said in the back of my mind, but I was going to try to do it by myself.
I applied to a local bank and actually got the job. I was hired in on their manager track because I had five years of teller experience. The way their manager track worked was that you would spend a few months as a teller, a few months as a head teller, then customer/loan representative, next an assistant branch manager, then ultimately, a branch manager. The company wanted their new managers to experience every facet of the job within a three-year period to ensure success; some had the possibility of finishing in two years. Since I would be starting at a higher salary, my rent was going to be covered for sure.
My training was going to start two weeks after my move-in date, so I gave my job a two-week notice. Since I had another three days of vacation left, Alicia suggested that I use those days at the end of my current vacation, so that’s what I did. I would only have to work there one day after my vacation and that would be it. I just went with the flow because things just seemed to be falling into place.
Keon and his boys helped me move the little things I had. The only big things I had were the couch and the full sized bed. That was all I really needed. I picked up a couple of necessities from Walmart and was about to try to be set. Keon had mercy on me and let me hold one of the five televisions he had. I was grateful, but I would have been okay without a TV. He even stayed with me the first night, because I was a little scared. He offered to sleep on the couch, but I told him he could rest with me in the bed just as long as there was no funny business.
When I woke up the next morning, I found Keon sound asleep. I wanted to do something nice for him, because I didn’t have anywhere near enough money to repay him for his services. I mean he did so much…and he helped me clean the apartment from top to bottom. We didn’t go to bed until real late, so I ran out to the grocery store so I could make him some breakfast. Funny thing is…when I got there, I realized I only had plates and not a single pot or pan so that was a no-go.
I went to Coney Island instead and picked him up some yummy goodness. I knew he was a picky eater, so I got him a few things that I hoped would work. This particular Coney Island had some turkey sausage and bacon so I got that and I got him some pancakes. When I got back, he was still knocked out. I poured some juice, made him a plate and went to the room to find him missing.