Last weekend I spent in Scotland. I arrived on Friday in Prestwick and made my way up to Paisley. Coming into Gilmoure Street where I changed trains I had a biiiiiiig nervous butterfly in my tummy, not much unlike "OH my god, the Beatles played right here, thats where John Lennons foot stood.", jsut because I knew that D takes the train from there every day to work. Hopped on the other train. Going to IBM. Job interview. Slightly scary. At the end of it they told me I was successful and that they would contact me on monday. Good news, one thing done, more importantly now: Meet D.
Telling myself; Dont die, don't drool, dont behave silly. Dont speak too much, don't make stupid remarks or comments, aaaarrrhhhg oh my god.
And then, after waiting for the train for roughly an hour and further 24 minutes on the train my phone rings, poor bloke has been waiting all the time at the trainstation.
I hurry out. I see him through a window even before I'm down the steps. I bark and run. And hug him. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!
I had such a good time that weekend. I feel like I am steadily and slowly but surely realising how good this is.
D and me seem to have a good time together. And I am happy I can make him smile. And I had a really good time with the mini-monsters as well.
I got the jobs, Ill be flying over on Monday. I cant wait to see all of them again :)
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