Charlie lost his job last week.
It was primarily over the Sabbath, but his job environment and relationship with his boss had been on a steady downward spiral for the last 8 months. He’d been searching for a new opportunity so he could get out, but nothing had turned up yet. So, his last day of work was Thursday which enabled us to spend the day together on Friday. Yay!
This morning I was dating an unemployed artist who sat around in his underwear drinking rum at 3 in the afternoon.
Tonight I’m dating a man who’s been offered a partnership in a millionaire-owned small business and the ability to set up his own design studio in an office on the biggest street in downtown Columbia.