I sit here, listening to my baby sleep and waiting for my beloved to come home, hating how much time I spend waiting for a little time with him. He's been given part of a gigantic project; helping to get our city ready for the FIFA World Cup as one of the main games in the tournament is going to be played here. He's the foreman of one of the crews repaing thousands of feet of drainage pipes and helping to make sure the streets aren't going to have sink holes or anything else while all these people are here. It annoys me that all of this shit needed to be done years ago and is only now being done because a lot of famous athletes and people from other cities and countries are going to be here. He's being paid to help the city look good, basically. He's even more stressed because hundreds of millions of dollars are being spent on this project and to be in charge of even part of it is to be dealing with millions of dollars so he can't mess up. He's going to need that vacation so much; he's so tired every day and this is the exact problem with this job. He's still on probation at work but if they're giving him this level of responsibility I don't think there's any danger of him getting fired unless he royally screws up, which he won't. I hate seeing this job wear him out every God damn day. He still brought me flowers and some perfume and nail polish though, I never ask him to do shit like this but it makes me so happy every time he does. I had to start using the Elizabeth Arden perfume as I never had it before and I love it. I can't wait until we get to Japan and it's just the two of us for an entire week. The things he bought me have gone on to my perfume shelf and nail polish shelf but I can't help but question if I really need these things; I love them and adore the man who brought them to me but they take up a good amount of space we don't really have. Okay, I hear his keys in the door; he's finally home. Good night.
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