employed.

i've officially been a working girl since sunday. it's pretty great. the legit wot in the southland. all the anxiety and unwanted anticipation i had leading up to this point was for nothing. now i look forward to my shifts, and when i have days off i wish i could work for someone else. yes, this is what i have become. pathetic, desperate.. broke. however i have also been thoroughly enjoying the time spent at home when i am not at work. i've been reading lots of books these days. jeannette walls' "the glass castle" was a riveting story about her growing up with an alcoholic father and a mother whose head was in the clouds. a quick read, but hard to stomach at times. days without food, parents who don't believe in doctors and hospitals, living in garbage and filth - and that's when they actually had a roof over their head. an incredible and beautifully written memoir. and i just started into "a passage to india" by e. m. forster.

please either give me your shifts to work, or call the house. i may be in need of some human interaction.