Loveless

Chapter 1

My days were pretty much the same. Get up at 5:30 in the morning, go to the gym in my complex, work out for about an hour, go back to my condo and get ready for work, get to work at 8:00, do my job until 12:45, go get lunch with Brian, come back to work at 1:30, do my job until 4:30, get home around 5, then do whatever until sometime around 9:30 when I'll go to sleep. The weekends are pretty much the same except Brain asks me to go out to a club or something with him which usually leaves me taking an Uber home by myself because he's taking some nigga home. Occasionally I'll go home with some girl but never to my place. That way when I'm ready to no longer see their face I can disappear. I mean it works for me but it's not always the greatest thing. One thing I know for sure y'all will not catch me falling for none of these bitches out here. I need to smell the loyalty dripping off of a woman before I could even consider dating her. If I'm giving her my heart she gon catch a ring with it too because I'm not playing around. I'll probably never get married because of that because people want your love and affection before the rings and vows but I need to be sure that you're not gonna just dip after the first "I love you."

Today was a regular degular ass Friday. I got up at 5:30 and went straight to the gym. I lived in the back of the complex so I normally walked or jogged to gym depending on how long it takes me to actually get up and get dressed. It's a 5-minute walk but sometimes in this Tallahassee heat it feels like a lifetime somedays. Me and my South Dakota raised ass wasn't built for this type of heat. Regardless this is where I wanted to live. I did my usual workout plan with my trainer who ultimately always passive aggressive because my workouts are at 6:00 in the morning and his next client isn't until 12 or something. But I mean, I'm paying him and I not? This morning my workout felt kinda short even though it was the usual hour. I jogged back to my condo to see my neighbor sitting on her porch. "Good morning Ms. Gardner," I said unlocking the door. "Good morning suga, how you doing?" She asked waving. "I'm good and you?" I said opening the door. "Well that's great, and you know me, taking it day by day," she said sitting back in her rocking chair. I looked at her before walking into my condo and getting ready for the day. I realized that she was what I wanted to be when I'm older. She radiates joy, caring and love. Just like a grandmother and all while taking shit from nobody. Just timeless.

I took a shower and quickly got dressed. I looked at the time and it was 7:30. I should probably get going if I want to beat traffic and get to work on time. I grabbed my bag with my laptop and other work shit in there along with my water bottle, keys, and wallet. I went into my garage and got in my car. It was the first car that I bought myself and paid off. I'm proud of myself. My navy-blue Jeep Wrangler is the only love I need in this world. Except for my parents of course. I pulled out of my driveway and waved at Ms. Gardner before leaving. I took my usual route to work and thank God I beat the traffic. I pulled into my parking spot and looked up at the building I worked at. As much as I love my job, I hate like half of the people in my office though. Let's take a moment to look at what I do as a job. So, I work at a LGBT clothing company, right? We partner with designers who create clothing specifically for LGBT people. I am one of the people who approve or reject a designer's line when they come with to present their line to our company. There's a lot of specifics that go into it but basically, I sit in an office all day, look over clothes, maybe have a meeting or two with a designer, fuck around with Brian for a while, and then take my black ass home.

Now the problem lies with the coworkers in my office. People from other parts of the company, that I interact with, fine. I have no problem with them. Some of them may be work, work, work, and nothing else which is fine. Secure the bag and collect the bands, I'm not tripping. The others are actually quite pleasant to talk to and interact with. Then there is the "Sourcing Office," where I work. These mother fuckers are so got damn annoying. Like dawg the shit don't make no sense. Everyone working here is AT LEAST 21 years old so we're all adults here. No kids, no youngins, nothing. Just adults, or so you'd think. The way our office is set up is there's 8 large cubicles, a room with two photocopiers and a fax machine, a break room, and then an office where my supervisor is. With that being said, 21+ year old adults leave mess all over the room with the copiers, have sticky fingers in the breakroom, DON'T EMPTY THEIR TRASH BINS BY THEIR DESK LEAVING IT OVERFLOWING WITH THEIR DIRTY SHIT, and are just lazy. Sorry for that, I got a little heated because I can't stand dirty people. As you can see I clearly have a temper. Brian is the only person who I could tolerate when I first started working there so he's the only person I talk to. Our supervisor just stays in her office with the doors closed and the blinds closed because it's a nasty sight there. Then there's the laziness. So, Brian and I combined probably go through 30 to 35 cases a week. Our entire office goes through 50 to 55 cases a week. There are 8 people currently working in our office, not counting our supervisor because all of our stuff goes through him before it goes out to marketing and stuff. Meaning two of us are doing more than six are doing combined. I'll probably never understand to be honest.