he goes to work on saturdays and for some reason, he likes taking me with him. i tinker with the pcs, talk to a friend who now works for him (i pirated him from my old ad agency), dream up renovation plans, snack, fall asleep on the bean bag provided for me in his office... now, i have an added responsibility of making the ads for his new apple store and deciding on what floor to put, how many shelves to make etc etc.
last saturday, he got pissed at me. well, rightfully so i guess. i just added more stress to his already bad day. a really good friend of mine got admitted to the hospital and i could not NOT visit him. i guess i just chose the most unoppurtune time to do it. he wanted to go to the office in the morning but didn't because i wanted to make a visit. i guess i got a bit carried away with conversation and was an hour late. poker faced and huffy, he let me kiss him on the cheek and drove to the office very calmly reprimanding me for my misconduct.
i felt like a little child who ate too many cookies or something.
well, soon my saturdays are going to be spent in school. i still get moments of uncertainty and i wonder what the hell i'm doing. i guess, i can't think of anything else i want to do and i don't want to let go of my "plan" coz then i'm going to go back to being unfocused and goal-less which i hate.
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