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shiny objects

Saturday, May 21, 2005


Miserable. Absolutely miserable. I have no idea how I survived my 10 hour shift at Modai tonight - especially after waking at 7.30am for my 9am shift in the library. Pure moxie, I suppose.

But it wasn't worth it. Despite working as hard as I could, I only made 56 dollars tonight, which gives me a whopping total of 101 dollars for the week. Yes, that includes my share of the tips. FUCK!

So the search has begun for another job. My body can't take this kind of abuse. Not for this little benefit. I'm killing myself.

If only the work wasn't so hard and the pay so poor. I've just made friends with the other people who work there. It's not fair. Why couldn't this job have been the awsome opportunity it initially appeared to be?

Only one thing got me through today: Matthew. He's the new guy, even newer than I am, about 30 years old, and constantly wears the expression of a man subject to unedited news-reel footage of the Holocaust rolling behind his eyes. He's a cynical bastard, and I wouldn't have survived without his company.

Matthew: "Sarah, how'd you get that scar on your forhead?"

Sarah: "It was a mix between a boy, some liquor, and a metal door."

Matthew: "So, it isn't from a frontal lobotomy?"

Sarah: "A what?"

Matthew: "Nevermind. Just an operation on one's brain. It makes you think better."

Sarah: "Oh. No, it wasn't from that."

God bless you, Matt (though, I imagine that'd be more effective if I believed in God).


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