Desperately Hormonal
Aug. 19th, 2005 11:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I tried to call Llew because I get the feeling he'd attempted to call me earlier and I couldn't answer the phone. Gretchen answered and, when I asked for Llew, she said coldly, "Llew is working on a film project right now and can't be interrupted. He will call you when he's on his break. When he's interrupted, he tends to get confused and mess up, so he can't take calls unless it's an emergency."
So I asked if she'd let him know that I called. She said she would.
After I hung up, it just hit me the wrong way about being talked to like that. I mean, it's not like I call him every day. I average maybe once a week and that's always returning his call. Usually, I'd just get pissed off about it and enjoy fuming for a while, but not today. Today, tears welled up in my eyeballs and I sniveled. I fucking hate it when I snivel.
So I asked if she'd let him know that I called. She said she would.
After I hung up, it just hit me the wrong way about being talked to like that. I mean, it's not like I call him every day. I average maybe once a week and that's always returning his call. Usually, I'd just get pissed off about it and enjoy fuming for a while, but not today. Today, tears welled up in my eyeballs and I sniveled. I fucking hate it when I snivel.