42.1-Grind

Nathan - on the morning of Friday, the 7th

It’s been over a week, and Lola’s still not back home or returning my calls. Daniel says it’s over, but I won’t accept that. I won’t just give up on my girl; she needs a break.

Lola is reading my texts which shows me she’s still interested. But she doesn’t reply, aggravating me, and will pay for it later. I’ll make sure of it.

We’ve been on a new job for the past few days. It helps to keep my body occupied physically, but my mind is still on her and not this grind. I’m at work for only a few hours when a new foreman relieves me. Saying I need to head to the home office for a meeting. Strange, but I go after a quick beer break with Daniel.

I drink another on my way to the office. I parked outside the building, and one of the empty bottles fell to the ground. I throw it back into the truck and slam the door before entering.

Several men from crews I worked with before are lounging around as I enter the room—a few look as if they are waiting