allow me to paint for you a picture...
...Wednesday, July 26.
8:30 a.m.
I have a job interview in Bala Cynwyd in 2 hours.
I'm in the bathroom, immediately post-shower, trying desperately to do something involving gel and my hair that doesn't result in hideousness so that I can look good for "Becky," who is the person from Business Wire who called me and is therefore the one I must assume is going to be interviewing me.
My mother, oblivious to my struggle with my bountiful locks, putting on a CD that I burned for her, and then starting to do the dishes in the kitchen, which is in the next room over.
Ben Folds, who is on this particular CD, singing plaintively, "Everybody knows it sucks to grow up, but everybody does."
While I'm still trying to convincingly put gel in my hair.
So that I can get a job. And, you know, grow up.
It was poignant, in my mind.
Maybe you had to be there.
8:30 a.m.
I have a job interview in Bala Cynwyd in 2 hours.
I'm in the bathroom, immediately post-shower, trying desperately to do something involving gel and my hair that doesn't result in hideousness so that I can look good for "Becky," who is the person from Business Wire who called me and is therefore the one I must assume is going to be interviewing me.
My mother, oblivious to my struggle with my bountiful locks, putting on a CD that I burned for her, and then starting to do the dishes in the kitchen, which is in the next room over.
Ben Folds, who is on this particular CD, singing plaintively, "Everybody knows it sucks to grow up, but everybody does."
While I'm still trying to convincingly put gel in my hair.
So that I can get a job. And, you know, grow up.
It was poignant, in my mind.
Maybe you had to be there.
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