I just received terrible news: my boyfriend is not coming home for Thanksgiving after all. He called tonight to tell me that someone below him was let go from work today and now he has to cover her shift Friday.
Words cannot express my disappointment. I had plans. Oh, I had plans.
So, now it's back to waiting... for Christmas this time. I know it's only a month away, but that feels like an eternity when I've been eagerly awaiting his arrival, which was scheduled for tomorrow.
I guess the silver lining is that he is pretty much guaranteed his days off in December since he's working this week... at least we hope so.