Sometimes people take life too seriously. I think I still retain a frank edge about it or maybe that’s just how far I’ve bounced back from depression. I’m laughing at things and people again. I’m still self-conscious, but the more confident and assured I grow, the better things seem.
Work tonight was bearable. I have two dumb coworkers and when I’m not working with one, I seem to be working with the other. I told Tori I wouldn’t be engaging with either of them any more, like straight up ignoring them and their antics. She had to put up with dumb coworker #2 all night because she’s nicer than me. I’m just like, you suck, leave me alone, why are you so dumb. But I’m also like, okay, come on, just be a better worker and I won’t care!
We have an older coworker named Edgar who is the “kitchen guy.” He’s cool and El Salvadorian. He really likes me. Today he taught me curses in Spanish. Puta madre. I knew that one, but it was hilarious when he said it. Tori was like, “Edgar, I’m never seeing you the same way!” Tori and I whisper about our dumb coworkers the entire time we work with them. Every time they say something stupid, she laughs, I roll my eyes, and we wait until they’re out of the room to go, “What the fuck, what a dumb, racist, stupid asshole.” It’s so funny.
I got tacos again tonight. I gotta support my local taco spot. I don’t even know what it’s called. The workers were nice to me today. Like, oh, this bitch again. One asked how I was doing and I was like, good (wink). Not really like that, but close enough. To quote the wise Tori: I wonder what’s going on astrologically tonight? I’m feeling really good.
Archy Marshall is coming out with new music under King Krule and it is glorious. I love the Archy and Jack thing, their names and how thoughtful their mom was when naming them, but King Krule is the shit. This Friday I’m metroing into the city to meet with Cheryl so I can help her do illegal things. I got a rotation of music for my days: SZA’s album, Solange’s album, Saturation I and II, Scum Fuck Flower Boy, Mac Demarco, Drake (very briefly reliving Views), and, now, King Krule.
It’s a Sunday night. Tomorrow I gotta do laundry and buy some groceries. No more getting tacos! I’ll try harder to save money this week because damn I gave up early last week, getting food with coworkers and friends and treating myself all the time. This week I’m going back to ‘nope, sorry, can’t, broke’ mode. But sigh. Tacos.
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