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judecorpI wanted to thank all of you out in LJ land and here in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
columbus for being supportive and encouraging and great. Today was a much better day, because of the sun, maybe, or because he was gone - long gone. My other two coworkers actually joked about the situation a bit today, which is a good sign. Of course, the fact that he made a huge scene yesterday and called us all bitches and crackheads just rends itself funny, that and the part where he accused my two coworkers of sleeping with the residents. (Ha! That's one thing he couldn't accuse me of!)
My girlfriend has been amazing through this whole thing. And by "this whole thing" I mean the very first day he ever asked me out. She's always been supportive, and has always looked after me. I think she always suspected things would get worse, but she left me alone to take whatever actions I wanted, even when my reluctance to act made her angry inside, and worried for me. When all of the "lick" stuff happened, she was furious, I could tell. She wanted me to report things then, but I didn't want him to lose his job, and I felt at least partially responsible. (Of course, this is where she would say, "You take responsibility for everything.")
She's always been 100% behind any action I chose to take, even if it wasn't the action she would have chosen. She's always traipsed somewhat delicately around my feelings in the whole Work Stalker situation, especially since she knows some of my past of being assaulted in the workplace before. She gives the kind of support that I want and need, and she seems to know the best way to deliver it to me.
When she was away at camp last summer and wasn't immediately contactable, it was her friendship and support I missed the most. I remember feeling it poignantly the night that I came home from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doulamel's house to find that my apartment was flooded because they hadn't replaced the awning. (I live in a basement, and there are steps leading down to my door, and my whole entryway was a pool of water four steps high.) I was shocked and freaking, and really didn't know how to calm down enough to really make a plan of action (and I do crisis prevention for work? Oy.). A few days later, I got a chance to talk to her on the phone and I told her what happened. I was driving down Neil Avenue while we were on the phone, and I remember saying to her, "You know, sometimes I think that maybe I could date someone else, or let someone else get close to me, but I worry that they won't respond to me the way that I need, they way you do."
It's totally true. She and I have been friends long enough to know, at least sometimes, what works and what doesn't. And we're alike enough to have a sense of how the other will react to a situation, or how the other's feelings will play out. That's really valuable to me. But more than valuable, it means she's stuck with me. Otherwise, I'll be in another basement apartment somewhere sometime, flooded and wondering, "Where's my Jennifer? Jennifer would talk to me the way I need to be talked to right now." Or I'll be asking for advice or a listening ear from someone else in a time of crisis, and I'll be irritated with that person for not "doing it right."
I'm damned lucky for what I have. Best thing that's ever happened to me so far.
and with her step, i move my feet
and with her hand, i feel my skin
and with her need, i find i'm saved
and with her dreams, i'm laid
columbus for being supportive and encouraging and great. Today was a much better day, because of the sun, maybe, or because he was gone - long gone. My other two coworkers actually joked about the situation a bit today, which is a good sign. Of course, the fact that he made a huge scene yesterday and called us all bitches and crackheads just rends itself funny, that and the part where he accused my two coworkers of sleeping with the residents. (Ha! That's one thing he couldn't accuse me of!)My girlfriend has been amazing through this whole thing. And by "this whole thing" I mean the very first day he ever asked me out. She's always been supportive, and has always looked after me. I think she always suspected things would get worse, but she left me alone to take whatever actions I wanted, even when my reluctance to act made her angry inside, and worried for me. When all of the "lick" stuff happened, she was furious, I could tell. She wanted me to report things then, but I didn't want him to lose his job, and I felt at least partially responsible. (Of course, this is where she would say, "You take responsibility for everything.")
She's always been 100% behind any action I chose to take, even if it wasn't the action she would have chosen. She's always traipsed somewhat delicately around my feelings in the whole Work Stalker situation, especially since she knows some of my past of being assaulted in the workplace before. She gives the kind of support that I want and need, and she seems to know the best way to deliver it to me.
When she was away at camp last summer and wasn't immediately contactable, it was her friendship and support I missed the most. I remember feeling it poignantly the night that I came home from
doulamel's house to find that my apartment was flooded because they hadn't replaced the awning. (I live in a basement, and there are steps leading down to my door, and my whole entryway was a pool of water four steps high.) I was shocked and freaking, and really didn't know how to calm down enough to really make a plan of action (and I do crisis prevention for work? Oy.). A few days later, I got a chance to talk to her on the phone and I told her what happened. I was driving down Neil Avenue while we were on the phone, and I remember saying to her, "You know, sometimes I think that maybe I could date someone else, or let someone else get close to me, but I worry that they won't respond to me the way that I need, they way you do."It's totally true. She and I have been friends long enough to know, at least sometimes, what works and what doesn't. And we're alike enough to have a sense of how the other will react to a situation, or how the other's feelings will play out. That's really valuable to me. But more than valuable, it means she's stuck with me. Otherwise, I'll be in another basement apartment somewhere sometime, flooded and wondering, "Where's my Jennifer? Jennifer would talk to me the way I need to be talked to right now." Or I'll be asking for advice or a listening ear from someone else in a time of crisis, and I'll be irritated with that person for not "doing it right."
I'm damned lucky for what I have. Best thing that's ever happened to me so far.
and with her hand, i feel my skin
and with her need, i find i'm saved
and with her dreams, i'm laid
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Date: 2003-02-09 11:24 am (UTC)I posted prematurely
Date: 2003-02-09 11:26 am (UTC)Hooray!
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Date: 2003-02-09 02:09 pm (UTC)And I know you are a cat person, which is good because if you ask anyone that knows, they'll tell you my cats are definitely NOT shy. :)