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i'm not tired- i can't sleep. its hot and muggy and the back of my knees are sweaty.
tonight was possibly (probably, hopefully) my last night at papa ginos, well, ever. i realized that as i make more money working in the office at school (sad considering how infamously low umass pays its employees) and because i'll be paying rent for the month of january anyway, i'll probably just cut out of stoneham early and spend my january break trudging through sleet and snow in the pioneer valley.
so if i were to go back to papa's... it would be after graduating from college. which, well, i swore i would never do. and save a moment of desperation, i will keep that vow.
the uncertainty regarding my employment at papa ginos kept me from going out on a big bang as i'd always intended. while i maintained a brusk and disgruntled demeanor all night, i never really got the chance to slap anyone across the face, or issue any verbal assaults. i've never spat in anyones food. i did eat a cookie in the ladies room stall once and dispose of the wrapper in the used tampon/pad box, but that really more of fat thing to do than especially badass.
another summer gone, another batch of brazilians. another set of dashed hopes of a september wedding and moving back to the motherland of sao paolo. ohhhhh papa ginos brazilians... we share only the language of love.
instead i am awake staring down a computer screen that is a bit too bright on a night a bit too hot in a town a bit too slow.
i have a nostril that hurts for no apparent reason. it makes me think its been sneaking out at night and engaging in subversive activities.
i have no plans for the future. offer me ideas.
emails are nice to receive. every now and then.
tonight was possibly (probably, hopefully) my last night at papa ginos, well, ever. i realized that as i make more money working in the office at school (sad considering how infamously low umass pays its employees) and because i'll be paying rent for the month of january anyway, i'll probably just cut out of stoneham early and spend my january break trudging through sleet and snow in the pioneer valley.
so if i were to go back to papa's... it would be after graduating from college. which, well, i swore i would never do. and save a moment of desperation, i will keep that vow.
the uncertainty regarding my employment at papa ginos kept me from going out on a big bang as i'd always intended. while i maintained a brusk and disgruntled demeanor all night, i never really got the chance to slap anyone across the face, or issue any verbal assaults. i've never spat in anyones food. i did eat a cookie in the ladies room stall once and dispose of the wrapper in the used tampon/pad box, but that really more of fat thing to do than especially badass.
another summer gone, another batch of brazilians. another set of dashed hopes of a september wedding and moving back to the motherland of sao paolo. ohhhhh papa ginos brazilians... we share only the language of love.
instead i am awake staring down a computer screen that is a bit too bright on a night a bit too hot in a town a bit too slow.
i have a nostril that hurts for no apparent reason. it makes me think its been sneaking out at night and engaging in subversive activities.
i have no plans for the future. offer me ideas.
emails are nice to receive. every now and then.