Mr Arthur called me at 6:39am (I’m already at work) and ask if we getting breakfast when I get off (@8am) and I’m like yeah.
He gone say, you must have forgot. It’s my last day. I did y’all. Now my day is ruined. Just pissed me off.
Sat at my desk, sigh and closed my eyes.
Rick Foxx look a like ask me what’s wrong.
But how do I say, I’m very emotionally attached to a middle age Russian man and I’m not sure how the next 4 weeks will go with him gone.

















