Notes: swearing, flirting, implied smut, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.
A/N: Here’s the first date! Hope you enjoy! xxx
Oh, that feeling of your heart skipping a beat and your stomach flipping at the sound of the doorbell.. it’s been a while. But tonight is your first date with Bucky, as he’s now forced you to call him, and you’re excited. After that talk with him, after him asking you if he could court you, you’re incredibly excited and intrigued to see what he’s got up his sleeve.
He’s taking you out to dinner, called two days in advance to confirm —again— and give you notice that it’ll be something formal. So, evening wear required.
So I have a sleep disorder. It’s pretty bad at times and I had to get a note from my doctor saying it’s extremely dangerous for me to work if I am on one of my down cycles.
Luckily I have enough tricks and things that I have come up with between my doctor’s recommendations and personal experimentation that I can, even during one of my down cycles, usually manage to get enough sleep to stay out of the danger zone. ( I try not to take my sleeping pills unless I have the next day or two off because I am solid dead asleep for at least 14-20 hrs straight and I don’t want to risk missing my shifts).
I have only called out 5 times in three years of working there. Only twice because of being dangerously sleep deprived. The second time was 2 days ago, which happened to be during one of our DM’s surprise store visits
Now my doctor’s note is in my employee file. I had called around and gotten my shift covered before I called out to my store manager. My ass was as covered as I could make it.
Imagine my surprise to go into work and find a formal write up for skipping work.
From the DM.
Who would have seen my doctor’s note saying I MUST be allowed to call out for sleep if I get to the level I got to when he went in to put my write up in my file and been told by my manager that I responsibly made sure my shift was covered before I called out.
According to my SM the DM’s reasoning was that if I was going to “make shit up to be lazy” then I would “have to be made aware of the consequences of [my] actions”.
I hope he has a run of sleepless nights like the one that ended with me in the hospital getting diagnosed and then I get a chance to tell him that he’s obviously just making it up to be lazy. Ass.
TL:DR: medical necessity required me to call out for a shift which I made sure was covered. DM gives me a formal reprimand for “laziness”
After a few days of feeling uncomfortable and nauseous all the time, Shelley decided to listen to her best friend’s and Salim’s advice to take a day… or two… off. She texted Salim, apologizing for being so obsessed with work and explained that she was staying home.
i had this friend. loud, vivacious, and brimming with energy and colour. her sun-bright smile drew others to her like moths to flame; and yet she could always pick me out from the crowd effortlessly. i wondered how she did that, why she’d pick me over many.
she was the kind of person you could never look away from for long, but i saw her better from my peripherals. when she lifted her chin, her face would become awash with glowing light; and then she’d laugh about her pale skin, and the ruddy cheeks and dark freckles would appear again, as if they’d momentarily blanked out. when she grew protective, her blue eyes would spark dangerously and burn white; and then she’d blink, and the glint of her glasses would stand in with explanation.
but i saw her best from the back. when she’d run, her fire-bright curls would flare out behind her like wings.
as flighty as she was, she always came back to me. i wondered why.
she told me, once.
one day, before class had started, when i was in the middle of falling asleep in the sunbeam warming my desk, she turned around in her seat to talk to me. she spoke with her whole body, from her waving hands to her bouncing shoulders.
then she petered off, and settled into stillness. watchfulness. despite all the eyes on her, she only saw me.
“hey,” she said. “could you look at me for a sec?”
and when i lifted my head to look at her straight on, she smiled as if she’d found the answer.
“look at that,” she murmured. “your eyes have halos in them too.”
1.24.17 // 1/100 days of productivity; starting off the challenge with some sweet annotations of titus andronicus for my renaissance tragedy lit class!! now onto readings for political theory and revising the spanish subjunctive