That was close...

I came home from work today and Kate was finishing up the laundry and as soon as I stepped in the door I could tell something was wrong. Then I saw what it was, a g-string on the kitchen table and they werent Kate's. She then accusingly tells me that she found them stuck to my pants at the laundry mat. I start laughing because I put two and two together and I asked her if she found a pair of men's briefs at the laudrymat on my clothes would she assume I was gay. It was pretty funny. Funny like when my boss called me today at 1:30 and asked me where I was. She changed the schedule on Thursday and I was supposed to be working at 1 today but she neglected to tell me of the change so my Sunday is ruined and I have to go in to help. At least I showed them up by selling 2 nice suitcases in 2 hours. Last week I officially became the stores leading seller. It feels so good. The self loathing is being pushed out by the satisfaction of being a good luggage salesman and that just oozes with self disgust that does not allow any room for loathing. I think I am going to take that pair of underwear that Kate found and put it in a small secret pocket of a bag so that some business trip guy will get a good laugh with his wife.
Somebody from work quit yesterday and today was her last day. I kind of liked her but when I heard about it I just automatically wiped her from my mind. Not out of anger or jealousy or anything like that but since I would never see her again or have anything to do with her I just imidiatly eliminated her from any type of mental involvement however small and just didnt talk to her again. Today I just said hello, that is all. Its amazing how quickly we can take someone out of our lives like that.