Back at the real estate investment company today, where more madness ensued due to some unpaid phone bills. It's been two months since I left, but already I don't recognize half the people working there.
My roommate D. is currently in rehearsals with a children's troupe. She left a depressed message on my cell this afternoon, saying she was a thirtysomething single woman "making balloon animals for a living."
On a more positive note, the passing on of my resume last night actually yielded a job interview. Interesting book-related position for a happenin' megastore, but the pay, predictably, is low.
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