i said i’d be finished at 5:15pm.
that number popped into my head at the early part of the morning.
it was my last day at the art gallery and i had 900 more emails to move.
i was gonna get it done.
as i worked,
i sparked up conversation with my temporary supervisor…
she is moving to texas.
i don’t know.
friday is her last day.
i was hired to finish up some of her work.
she didn’t want to do the emails.
this is why temps exist.
she has been at that art gallery for 6 years,
but she wants more than what new yawk can offer her..
“i want my own home.
i won’t be able to afford it here…”
i want to not have to haul a thousand pounds of laundry in a cart.”
she was really nice.
i loved she let me do my own thing and not hover over me.
nothing worse than a micromanaging hyena.
they may working so difficult.
muthafucka i got this!
leave me the fuck alone!
sidebar: i am really into the latest katy perry album.
it’s actually really good.
lady gaga’s “joanne” album wasn’t that good tho.
i probably only liked two songs from it and those were her singles.
i played those two on repeat from that disaster.
during the day,
i felt myself falling asleep.
you ever been at work and sleep decided to jump you?
you start yawning like 50-11 times…
…and your eye lids feel like cement.
last night was another sleepless night that i knew i’d pay for.
i fought hard because i wanted to finish this project on my last day.
i ended up completing it at 5:16pm.
something popped into my mind to buy two dress shirts after work.
i cannot afford them,
but i have to be prepared.
i barely have any work clothes,
but i feel something big is on the horizon.