which would make the romantic in me say it'll be the first time in four months i can take a deep breath.

if i dont see her, she's going to missouri for a week or ten days or just too long.

but still. she's coming home. and my lungs are growing.

that old employee who didn't respect women, i think i've written about him before, quit thursday night.

because of me.

because he believes i have a personal problem with him.

well. yes. i'll admit it here. i've got a problem with anyone who can't respect women.

i've got a huge problem with that, actually.

and i've got a problem with guys who talk shit about ladies, too. who, as they're working, talk about sleeping with their girlfriend or about which girls that work in the building they'd sleep with.

in much cruder terms.

so, yeah, the more i heard about stuff like that, the more i had a problem with it.

but i didn't let it affect how i treated him. and i think pretty much anyone would back me up on that.

i never asked him to do anymore than what he was supposed to do, and i never asked him to do anything unreasonable.

in the past there have been times when i haven't liked an employee's work ethic and made them do stupid stuff and we've reached understandings.

more often than not, the people doing the hard work are the people i really like.they're the people i trust to get the job done right.

so if he thought i was pushing him, he should've waited until i had him scrubbing toilets and walls.

but i ramble. i will bookend this entry with happiness.

with emily coming home.

tonight.

and i might, just might, see her tomorrow.

and i'll be all smiles and nervousness and all my joints will be disconnected and i'll probably trip or drop something.

but i'll be happy.