Morning vs Afternoon
In the morning I understand my job okay. Nothing’s really too hard for me here. But in the afternoon, it somehow works out that there are nothing but difficult things left on my desk. Things that I will never be able to understand… until tomorrow morning.
I took a nap in my car at lunch time. It’s a trick I learned from my coworker. But she says she leaves the AC off and thinks of Antarctica, because letting the car idle is bad for its compressor.
I let my car idle. The AC and the radio keep me from falling asleep and then never going back to work again.
Sometimes I drink the coffee, even though it upsets my stomach and gives me a headache. The more I drink it, the less it works. Some guy here is always trying to buy me off with Starbucks. I walk to the Starbucks for the price of my drink. I think it’s supposed to make me like him better. The only thing I like is the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg floating up from the cup, straight into my brain. But I can’t love myself enough to pay the $4. Just like Florence can’t love herself enough to leave on the AC.
