Day 100: The Lesson

I learned a very good lesson this weekend, but first let's go over the events that will basically be what the entire weekend revolves around.

Friday night, I get off at 9. Parent's rules state that I get one hour after work basically to hang with Kait in a public setting (usually McD's) before I have to come home without ever setting foot in her house for any period of time lasting longer than 30 seconds. Well I usually get off at ten, so I told em I was working till ten. The hour after that at McD's stretches the time I have to be home all the way to 11, which gives me two solid hours. So we went to the park, hung out, and then we went to her place, and after losing track of time, I texted my mom at 12:02 saying I was leaving work.

What I didn't account for was her basically immediately leaving the house and driving straight to Kait's, where my truck is. I run out of the house, and she drives off.

Uh oh.
Someone got caught.

The story I gave my parents was basically this. Worked till 10. . . and then late night got rushed so Kaitlin and I stayed to help them get orders out in a semi-timely fashion. Then I texted my mom, sped to Kait's house, went inside to calm her dad who was mad that Kaitlin was home late, and then when I'm rushing to get home, I see her drive off.

Believable story, yes.
True story, no.

I ended up getting my store manager to sign off on a falsified time card, got Kaitlin's parents and a bunch of other people ready to vouch for my story. But I sat down with my parents after I got off work, and we basically said, "Hey this looks bad, but relationships are about trust (shush, I know what you're thinking), and so we're all gonna trust each other that we're all (re: Ben) telling the truth." So we worked it out. As a result, Kaitlin was able to accompany us to lunch to celebrate Father's Day, a move that my parents actually requested which shows that they're accepting her into the family, which is good ammo for when I ask about proposing, and we all had a great time as a family.

Mission accomplished. Sorta.

Worked, but since I'm basically training someone else to take my job, I said "I'm not in charge." and put it on somebody else. Next shift comes in, and they dont like what isnt done. So when I see my phone getting blown up for stuff that wasn't done (especially when I wasn't working up till their shift so I couldn't have any of it ready), I naturally blew it off. I texted back "Not my shift. Talk to Jody".
Well they weren't too happy, so they threatened to go to my parents about everything (because they were in the know) and all this and that and how I was going to get fired for falsifying a timecard, and all this other stuff. Most of the other stuff really doesn't matter because I had seen what an awesome fit Kaitlin was with my family, and how great that was, and I didn't want to lose that because some guy was mad that my shift didn't make gravy. GRAVY. So I got out of Super 8, which was rather boring, and instead of coming straight home like I was supposed to, I went back to work and over the course of the next hour, sat down (figuratively) and talked about the whole mess. Once again, we worked it out.

So lesson learned. It's best to sit down and talk to people and tell them the truth (shush) than trying to keep an argument going because you weren't in the wrong. (Gravy not my fault. Just saying.)