passing trains

Makensy: So anyway, I heard in highschool she had a tattoo of her own name on her back, so I said, "Yeah, some tattoos are so dumb! I heard of this girl who had a tattoo of her own name, isn't that stupid?!" And she said, "Maybe it was special to her." And I said, "Stupidest thing I ever heard!"
Me: Oh my gosh, Makensy. You are crazy.
Makensy: I think God gave me a special gift of being good at getting revenge.
Me: I don't know if that's really a thing.

I am done with The Internship.
Here's to life after nightly phone calls to people who don't want to hear from me. Here's to remembering to wash all the shampoo out of my hair before I get out of the shower. Here to maybe getting to the gym a few days a week now. Here's to spontaneous dinners with friends again.

I'm sitting in my bathrobe at 1:55pm and waiting on a phone interview call.
My boss asked me this morning if I was looking for other jobs and I answered her honestly that I kind of was, slowly, and she sighed a really long sigh and then stared into my soul. Her eyes are the only thing left about her that still look young and vital, but her kids and 2 jobs and health problems are killing her slowly.
"I love working here," I told her, "But I have to think about my future since I'm alone, and Starbucks isn't going to pay all my bills forever. If you could pay me $15 an hour, I'd stay."
"Maybe I should get another job too," she said, rubbing her face with her hands. I ate my Spaghettios and nodded.



Let's take a nap instead of thinking so hard.