it doesn’t mean anything

24 Dec

One of the ladies at work told me my hair looked pretty today. And someone made omelets for everyone. And there was bread pudding. And I spent over an hour at the bank waiting for the business teller. Another hour at the post office, doing more business stuff, which wasn’t fun. Because the lady told me to fill out a form and come back to her, don’t get back in line. But the line was long, and it was full of eyes, eyes that watched as I stood awkwardly to the side of the counter waiting for the lady to notice me again. Back at work, it was time to go. Boss locked the doors, told me to turn off the lights when I leave, and I waited for my sister to pick me up.


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