I Got A New Job

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I was very excited and more than a little caffeinated, so I bit my knuckle. Because I have not yet lost my teeth, biting my knuckle was more uncomfortable than I anticipated. “What are you doing?” said my friend. “Gumming my knuckles,” I answered, “obviously.”

There is something very special about a friend who understands the need to gum one’s knuckles.

The reason I was gumming my knuckles is because I was bubbling with excitement because I’d just returned from Mexico and I’d started a new job. My new job is currently very confusing and my head was spinning, albeit slowly. More like a merry-go-round and less like a pinwheel if you know what I mean.

“How much coffee have you had today?” she asked me.

“If coffee is a drug then call me a druggie,” I answered (yikes), which didn’t exactly answer her question, but didn’t exactly not. Ambiguity is posh these days.

My friend has very long brown hair that’s very pretty two days after a wash. Two day old hair is healthier and shinier than just-washed hair, according to this very reputable online forum. She has a habit of dying the ends bright pink, and today, the pink was especially vibrant.

“Do you like your new job?” she asked.