THE CLOWN SHOW HAS BEEN PUT ON HIATUS FOR RETOOLING

bookstore air conditioning broken.
eight hour shift. thermometer in the building read 98 at 10:30AM
but corporate would not let us close.
because they don't have to be there.
i expect we will also be open tomorrow.

just about slammed full body into the 'this job is not fucking worth this' wall today.
did not help that the backroom table had:
the current issue of the magazine that approached me for that temp assistant editor position
and then vanished
and the monthly newsletter from the publisher that so-and-so at my old job was going to namedrop me at
and then vanished
and the paper was open to an ad for the Major Investment Firm that got all excited about how awesome i was
and then vanished
ow.
it was like a SHRINE of all my recent employment angst.
tears don't add an awful lot to amy's vegetarian pesto tortellini bowl, in case you were wondering, though i suppose putting the salt back into myself was probably in my best interests.
ben saved me with silly texts.


i want to reply to emails, i have a few and the spirit is willing
but the body feels like it's been whipped for about three days with heatstroke.
which is actually rather accurate.
just telepath into my brain for the time being
if nothing less, my dehydration hallucinations should keep you in stitches