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All hell broke loose at work last night shortly after I posted. Something about that note I mentioned caused something of a fissure of confusion in my supervisor’s head. (I guess she has never stared directly into the center of someone’s brain before.) I can’t really talk about anything that happened, but none of it is major, anyway. I ended up talking to her on the phone for about three hours after work, though, about just about anything and everything, completely baring our life stories to each other, and other private details about our lives: my crush on a co-worker, general “who gives a fuck?” attitude when it comes to life planning; her medical problems, fear of the future. I realize that her and I have a lot in common, our lives are similar in ways, and especially in the way we ended up moving to San Diego. Situations forced us here, and now we feel we’re stuck here, and have been for the last year (or more) and are still friendless and lonely, practically scared to get out of the house at all.
Kind of interesting, actually, the similarities betwen us. Certainly eye opening, definitely.
God, I’m starving.
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