I couldn't even begin to tell you how many bad things that happened were an isolated incident; no, they usually come in twos. So besides this Sofia sad story, it just so happened that I found myself without a job. And exactly how did this come to pass? Well, let me put things in context : as you may recall, I was on medical leave before and during my relationship with Sofia came to an abrupt end, and the emotional and mental anguish that followed made sure that I continued on leave. My leaves could be reupped for periods of one month, so I had to go to the doctor to have an appointment with him to see whether or not I was fit to return to work. As I was actually faring worse, I'd started to see a proper shrink, but that only made things worse because all he did was give more meds.
I'd agreed with my boss that every month whenever I got my leave reupped, that I'd pop by the office, leave it with her, and she'd made sure that it would be forwarded to the head office. I never once thought that she'd be lying to me, but on the same week the Sofia drama happened, I got a letter at home from the outsourcing company I worked for stating that I'd been fired. I was left reeling. My mind was racing. What could have happened? I went straight to my job, and confronted my boss. I demanded to know that had happened that led me to receive a letter of dismissal. She looked at it, looked at me, and assured me that I had nothing to worry about. She'd take care of it. I elected to believe her, yet cautioned her not to be playing games with my life. She made a defiant remark, saying that I was the one who was playing games with my life. That was probably the last time I ever saw her.
As summer was upon us, and because I was still under medical leave, I kept doing my treatment, but I also was going to the gym on a daily basis. Keeping fit was a way to keep me sane, time spent running on the treadmill was time spent not thinking about that had happened to me. Time spent alone, though... those were moments when my mind would always wander back to Sofia, and I'd always break down and cry. I couldn't get over her. I still carried pictures of her in my wallet, I read and re-read every single message we'd sent each other, I raced through memories of moments we shared. In truth, I was torturing myself, reasoning that it was punishment due for what I'd done to Silvia.
I didn't have any real friends at work, and the only one who I really got along with was this girl called Vera. She had started going to the same gym I was going to, and she was well aware of what was going on in my life, and was a much needed support. We started going out at night together, and one day we got really wasted and ended up making out. We almost did more than that, but by then we were getting sober. A good thing, that it never went that far.
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