Oh La Di Da

I….made steak at 9am. I don’t know that I’m faring much better. Heard anything from Orlando’s camp?

Not yet. I tried to chat up Corey but she ghosted me.

….I hate to be a bearer of bad news.

I’m going to send you some manner of bullshit to sort.

Please. I’m dying here. I’ve rearranged my room twelve times already.

It’s 2020, nothing matters.

But I can hear you. How’re you doing Shelby?

I’m bored. Please tell me you have something for me to do.

Enough. 

Still, good jawbreaker though.

I just got super lucky ‘cause I didn’t buy the dental insurance.

Oh I’m so GLAD I didn’t just chomp. Some of these suckers are fake.

Bro. How many?

…..it’s not?

Jawbreaker. I think I just broke a molar. Not really, but youch.

Trevor: What are you doing today?

Trevor: Duh. Hanging out with me. Jamie's cooking so you know the food's gonna knock your socks off.

To be honest, it’s not much a holiday to me, innit?  We don’t celebrate Thanksgiving in Scotland…or in England for that fact. Only was affected by it when I moved here so it’s not a big deal for me to be here.

What about you? Got plans?

Still, it’s a free extended weekend.

Nah, he just didn/t want to wait around. It’s bitch work. He’s more interested in escaping traffic for the holiday.

So you’re just like the rest of us for the holiday. How humbling for you and what a victory for us coffee runners.

Lot of what?

Crisises. Crisi? Whichever. Hunter does a good job at keeping his stuff balanced, so I haven’t witnessed him try to salvage anything yet. Any close calls have been, admittedly, my own fault.

Hunter called, asked for a session to discuss one of his accounts. Normally something my boss handles but he sent me instead. 

Getting to step up in the world. Cool.

Shame. He is your boss, though. Next time, then.

Uh huh. Next time.

Of course. Want me to call him?

I’m sure you--you’d like that. I can’t ditch Hunter, though.