From Under the Halogen Headlights



It’s been a month since I started my job. Most days, I have no idea of what I’m doing. Most nights, someone reminds me that I’m clueless and in the same breath offers to help. It can be confusing to love and hate your co-workers.
Yet, I keep going in every night.

Sometimes, it is tempting to keep the halogen lights on for the whole shift. They make me feel warm and cozy – well, as much as headlights can make a person feel cozy.

I’m also failing lunch. It’s possible. It reminds me of high school, where I also failed lunch. We probably didn’t technically get graded on social interaction but you know everyone passes or fails. It’s a popularity contest. Maybe I should bring cookies to help me pass. Everyone loves cookies.


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I could be the worst cook in America. My boyfriend tells his friends about my cooking disasters. I'm glad someone is amused. I like movies, music, comic books and corny jokes.

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