this morning #1647.
this morning, i made sure to make it to work on time despite how awful i felt. wouldn’t want to give them an easy reason to get rid of me. plied my sluggish soul with a pot of coffee & showed up at the office totally wired. a tired facade for what lies beneath. white lies, really. i hope that no one notices how hungover i am. i can probably get away with using phrases like “what a weekend!” & “mondays, amirite?” to cover up. my coworkers love that sort of inane office banter. surface-level associations. works for me. what would i even talk to jeanine about? why would i even want to? the holiday party’s on friday. that’s the time to talk. once a year. get a few drinks in folks & maybe then they’ll have something interesting to say.