D. and I have become work spouses. We cover for each other, watch out for each other. I really enjoy talking to him about his life and relationships, and he tolerates listening to my ranting, and my amazing ability to use Triple Letter Score words. (Blame my mother! She made me look up every word I didn't know and also gave me a lifelong love of reading.)
He gets my lunch for me, helps me out when I run into problems, and when I'm tired, he drives me to my car after work. Well, not so much now, because he knows I'm trying to get more exercise. He listens to me read my favorite MBE questions, the ones that start with, "Harry got intoxicated Saturday night, as was his custom..." You know no good's going to come of that. We make up stories about what will happen next, and when he's feeling really patient, he'll listen to my rationale for the answers I chose.
I'm so glad that things between us have improved so much.
So hopefully, considering all the stuff going on at the bank now, I won't lose my job. Fingers crossed.
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