I had a good day at work despite doing a double shift with only an hour break. I went to the library during my break and checked out James Joyce’s A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man and Kafka’s The Trial. I’ve been saving The Old Man and the Sea for my metro trip tomorrow, but I might try to finish it tonight since I’m halfway through. I like it so far. It feels good to be reading again.
We have some new people at work. They’re cute. I’m getting along with others like a normal human bean. Some coworkers remind me of my cousins and it makes me miss them. I’m dead on the outside and happy on the inside. I like the reputation I have. One coworker shares her smoothies with me and says I must be good at managing my money since I refuse to pay even for discounted food. Another coworker says I’m like a big sister he can whine to. Another coworker thinks I’m passive aggressive when he’s really just threatened by my assertiveness. Another coworker asks if I have a boyfriend and when I say I’m not worried, he laughs and tells me I’m the best.
As I was leaving the library, a man sitting in the car parked next to mine yelled, “You need some air in your tires!” I rolled down the window and said, “Thanks. How can you tell?” He said he could show me, so I got out of the car and listened to his explanation. I asked if it would be hard to put air in, as I’ve never done it myself. I like imagining that something terrible and dramatic could happen. He said, “Don’t be scared. You can do it.” I thanked him and told him to have a good day.
So tomorrow I have to do that, thrift some more pants and a raincoat, and have another fun night with Cheryl. We’re going to a function in Silver Lake. It’s going to be my first comedy show out here. See you there.
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