We are sitting in the senior director's office and I can tell my young colleague is trying not to cry. She pulls her hair across her face, but I can see her ears starting to redden.
My day started with good news from a family I have been trying to guide, but soon enough my ears will be reddening too.
I work late and get off the bus in the dark. I am behind some kid with hipster hair and skinny jeans. He is wearing a black hoodie that says "Hell's KItchen NYC" on the back. I want to do something vicious to him.
posted by ttractor @ 11:08 PM
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i am waiting for a fashion line with expensive shirts saying "poverty" on the back. maybe in sequins. or real blood from poor people.
then, the apex will have been reached.
oh, that's why that cheesed me off so much. Thanks for the illumination!
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