Things observed 7-2-18
She sits behind a cluttered desk littered with papers, snacks, and a mug that has me internally vomiting. I can’t quite recall what was written in that oh so common cursive script, but I know her type is bearded men. Beard snatcher? No, that sounds far too dirty. Her grey roots turn abruptly into a deep all-too-artificial auburn that flows in tight waves past her shoulders. I walk in, question on my mind, but unwilling to interrupt the audiobook she has playing softly. It describes a tender romantic scene and I think of the juxtaposition of her apathetic demeanor toward me, the new hire, and realize there’s more to people than they lead you to believe. Maybe we’re all a little soft on the inside.