I met Teresa when she came to work at Clear Channel way back in the day. Obviously I originally didn’t trust her because she was cute and funny and short like me and had great clothes. Obviously the world had sent me some kind of nemesis to battle. Obviously I was used to being the only girl and obviously I was used to being the only girl to get attention from this one guy we both know. Case in point she was sent to the radio station to ruin my life.
Except she wasn’t. The first time I really remember Teresa being there for me was the day that Clear Channel sold us. Let’s be real, we were all drunk at the radio station that day and crying because a lot of our friends got fired and we were scared. I remember sitting in that meeting with Teresa, this girl I only slightly knew and holding her hand while the new owners started going over everything we were going to be going through the rest of that day.
Not long after Teresa arrived she started doing the Punk Ass Bitches Show with us. It was nice to not be the only girl anymore. I’d been ganged up on by the guys long enough and Teresa is a firecracker! Sometime during the summer we went to see Alkaline Trio together, just us, no boys and we had a blast. At one point we were both pretty buzzed at McBar and I’m pretty sure she dropped her beer so she wouldn’t have to drink it but that’s neither here nor there.
Then I got laid off. Then Teresa got laid off. And we were both broke and miserable together. We’d meet up for drinks and bitching a few times a month because if not, when would we ever see anyone?
In August of 2009 she called me and told me about a job at the radio station she was doing sales at. I had already applied but she wanted me to meet the general manager and took me out to meet him before my interview. I got the job. The next ten months of my life weren’t perfect but having Teresa in my life every day was rad. This girl can make me laugh, can keep my secrets and most of all gets me. She is one of the people who held me up and encouraged me to get where I am now and I’m grateful to her.
Most of all I just miss her though. Teresa is one of those friends who buys people little gifties when she thinks it will make them smile. She’s always down to go have a drink and bitch about your crappy day and boys. Or boys. Yes we bitched about boys a lot… ha ha. I had some “issues” going on when I worked with her. She’s funny and generous and mean as all hell if you cross someone she loves.
Recently my girl started a new job. She’s selling cars and I know she’s going to be the freakin’ bomb at it. She’s good at whatever she does, even if that is cutting the hems off your pants in the office or singing some parody of the Shaft theme song in a commercial. Teresa is one of a kind. I miss her every freakin’ day and if I don’t see her soon, I’m going to throw up.
Or cry. But I’ll probably cry if I see her too. I’m a douche like that.