I assumed our guy from work was fired. He was back the next day and nothing was said about it. I don't know what happened and I don't care anymore. I just remember him telling me something and I couldn't understand him through his thick accent.
I'd bumped into a fellow vegan this week and we chatted a bit. He pointed out that he saw me in a glbt magazine, then looked at me, his look trying to fish out my coming out story. I simply said it was for a play I did last year, which it was. Who knows? He may have been cool with it. I hate that coming out is a daily process, but I hate that I'm making myself miserable about this. There are tons of gays/lesbians/etc who are completely out and have an incling on how to deal with the daily discriminations and are freer to express themselves, but my fear holds me hostage. As long as I don't deal with my present, I can't have a happy enough future with my past chasing after me.

When the phoned rang and I saw the call display, I knew I shouldn't have picked up the phone. It was work telling me that a coworker who opens in the morning was still sick and asked if I could come in for her. I said yes because there was enough time. If I was called in immediately, I'd have said no. It's such a hard trekk out there for just a few measely hours anyway.