Carrying the Heir

If you read my dp’s blog, you know he’s been one sick puppy for the past week + change. He worked too much and got too stressed out – and he, unlike yours truly, isn’t blessed with over-active tear ducts for which to flush out all that emotional build up. His collects in other places in his body – his jaw, his shoulders, his bowels…until things get really hairy and he just collapses.

So after a grueling work trip to FL, he’s been given some time off so that he can gain back some weight and not want to die. As we work in the same office, I am now the conduit through which our boss ensures his sanity. Instead of calling him to ask where document was, she asked me to – assuming, I guess, that my soothing, beautiful voice wouldn’t startle him out of relaxation – HA, I used the opportunity to remind him to finish doing our laundry.

Also, suddenly I NEED to have a phone, it wasn’t an issue the past 6 weeks but now it is imperative that I have one. I suppose so I can be easily contacted for updates on his health.

Matt is basically the third most important person here – I’m probably fifth from the bottom (hey, I’m fine with that) – this situation has got me feeling like I’m the Emperor’s mistress, carrying the heir his barren wife can’t offer – I’m sort of important by proxy. Whatever, with a phone I’ll finally have use for the sole decoration in my cubicle – the office phone list.