I sent out a couple more resumes this morning, and have since gotten two more responses: apparently my skills are not quite as in demand as they once were. (Oh, if only they knew my skills...) I spent the day in agitation, just waiting to be done with class, so even when it was over, my nervous tics didn't dissipate. I continued snacking compulsively even though I was constantly full. I decided to call Kathleen because something needed to get me out of the apartment.
We were going to swimming, but we were met by bronzed, sculpted Adonises as we realized, 'oh, hey, they're having swim practice right now.' So we got ourselves some sparkling water and sipped it from scotch glasses as we giggled and gossiped about the latest, you know...
And I was humbled by how much self-discovery she'd experienced this summer, and how bourgeois mine seemed in comparison.
No comments:
Post a Comment