Hell Yeah We Can Reschedule

We’ll be sure to get something on the books again soon.

Hey, we still good for tonight?

No, yeah. Totally fine if not.

Tonight’s not exactly good for me, either.

We could, you know, reschedule.

Yeah, definitely.

Let’s look at it not as a cancelation. But a push to a later date.

Just putting that out there.

Do with it what you will.

Been a long one on my end so far too. Honestly, no end in sight. Totally bogged down. Burning the candle at both ends. Running on fumes.

Oh for sure. I know you get it. Busy season, closin’ out the quarter strong. But greatness isn’t made exclusively between the hours of nine and five. We know this.

I’m probably gonna start weeping if I have to do another report, too. Right there with ya.

Yeah, it definitely seemed like a good idea at the time. Always does.

Shit dude. Just checked and it looks like I remembered to put it on my personal agenda, but forgot to block it off on the work cal.

It’s always easier to get out if you’ve had a hard out on the books for at least a few days. Not positive they’d let me bounce for happy hour margs, though, anyway, and I already pretended I had a girlfriend and that it was our anniversary one night last week when I had a Tinder date.

Would be great to get some apps though. And solid to really catch up, too. Face to face. Break some bread. I mean, I didn’t even have time to warm up my Huel instant meal this afternoon. And I’m fresh outta Zyn. Just raw-doggin’ the day. I’m famished and going through light withdrawal. A sinking ship is still a ship, though.

The date? I didn’t tell you about it because she never showed. Didn’t ghost me, actually. Just went to the wrong Arby’s on accident and took it as a sign that we were doomed from before the start, said she was going to cease all contact, chuck her phone into Lake Michigan and go home to sage her apartment. You can never be too careful, I guess.

First of all, Arby’s isn’t tacky. Second of all, we decided to meet there because it was part of this inside joke we were sharing while bantering about having the meats.

Of course I still snagged a couple beef n’ cheddars. When in Rome. So, not a wasted night. Didn’t really know how to explain to my coworkers the next day that my imaginary partner and I neglected to take any photos during our snazzy celebratory date night, though. Ad-libbed some stuff about being fully present in the moment and not tied to the unattainable expectations of social media and the effect they have on so many of us.

Yeah, they do keep saying they’d like to meet “Rachelle,” so I’ve had to engineer some spin about how I don’t really like to mix romance with ensuring robust ROIs. Also that she lives mostly in Canada. Grabbed a couple stock photos of a smoke show and used AI to get myself in there with her, so that’s helped prevent further questioning so far.

Right, yeah. I gotta run too. Let’s circle back soon and make a plan. Maybe do it on a day-of, on-a-whim kind of thing. Not even give ourselves the opp to delay it. Could be the move.

Love you too.