Mindless

Chapter 2- The Young and The Lonely

~After everything I've told him, there's one thing he's not aware of: The reason I left. All I ever said was that life there was getting too much for my head and needed out. It really makes me wonder if he's ever wondered what the reason is~

"So it's a job?" Lance asks. I have been explaining the voicemail from Professor Quindo to Lance for five minutes.

"Basically just like all my other jobs, except this time it could finally land me a potential position as a professor there, once I finish my degrees."

"So what happens if they like you?"

"Not sure. I'm guessing that means they'd want me to accept the position and move there. I don't know all the details yet. I'll call Professor Quindo tomorrow morning," If the professor at Denver University takes a liking to me, that means saying goodbye to Georgia. A change wouldn't necessarily be a step in the wrong direction, not with the way my relationship is. Lance seems shocked that I'm talking about the voicemail like I'm considering the job.

"You'll be there until June." Lance states to me.

"Yes."

"Are you considering it?"

"I'm not sure, I'll have to decide soon, though," He is looking at me; he's looking at me while my mouth is moving. The happiness is not overwhelming, just unexpected. There is some relief mixed in there for sure. My fiancé knows my past and how Colorado is where I'm from. He knows I left at eighteen and that my family still resides in my hometown of South Park.

After everything I have told him, there's one thing he is not aware of: The reason I left. All I ever said was that life there was getting too much for my head and needed out. It really makes me wonder if he is ever wondered what the leading reason is. God knows with his immensely busy work schedule tying him to his desk chairs at both home and the office. Being the boss and owner of the company, he doesn't ever get a break, or maybe he does and just chooses to spend his free time elsewhere. I never hear him talking about free time, I barely ever hear his voice, pretty much only when he is on the phone.

Sometimes I lie awake alone on our king size mattress wondering why he has not been the one to end our relationship. Oh, who am I kidding? I do it every goddamn time the sun goes into hibernation. That thought dances around my head whenever it feels. It is pretty impossible to get it to go away. Whenever it does decide to give me a rest break, I will certainly be ready. I get a decent good night's sleep, now preparing a couple pieces of toast before phoning Professor Quindo. I purchased a loaf of fresh-baked Italian bread from a small bakery near the shopping mall. Ever since I found them, I have done nothing but want the bread from there. It is hard to always get over there after work since cars are always packing the roads and highways. It makes great toast. I sit down at the table with my plate, bottled smoothie, and my cell phone tucked inside the pocket of my pajama bottoms.

Me, a professor. Working with people is a passion I have had for such a long time. In school, I was always the group leader for projects and classwork assignments that required two or more students. Somehow I carried the passion along with me into adulthood. Within my starting career path I have encountered many students who seeked my help often. They were able to bond with me since I was their age. Even with my teaching assistant position I am doing online college alongside it. I was able to get a head start on everything from the early college-credit classes I took back in high school.

It does become stressful but I work my way around everything as best I can. All my professors know my job situation and tell me it is a great line of work to get into. They have all been very generous and will offer me due date extensions, but not on a daily or weekly basis, nothing too privileged like that. I do not normally need extensions. However, I have had my couple of days. I click on Professor Quindo's phone number listed under all the missed calls I have had. He answers on the fourth ring.