It’s come down to this – the highlight of my week is watching the wash cycle on the industrial machines at the laundromat.
The sketchy guy from 3C is constantly in the laundry at my apartment building, and the Super can’t do anything, because technically Sketchy Guy isn’t doing anything wrong. I can’t do my wash at home when that perv’s always watching me… makes my skin crawl.
Work sucks. I’m training the new kid to take over as department manager. So, once more a pimply-faced newbie will be my boss, and I’m the one who’s teaching him how to be awesome.
Got a notice in the mail Tuesday that a $3,000 balloon payment on my student loan is due at the end of the month. Apparently, I missed that detail in the fine print of my contract.
Jack’s being a dick again. He tells me that he needs his space and that we should take a break for a while. Last night I saw him coming out of Giuseppe’s with his new assistant – all legs and boobs. I’ll give him a break… a leg or his arm, maybe his neck.
So, here I am on a lovely Saturday morning, being entertained by a ballet of soap suds and an orchestral symphany of mechanical whirring and whoosing. I don’t think I could be in a more pathetic funk.
Day-um! That buzzer is loud, just about came out of my skin. Time to shift loads to the dryer, and shift my life around. I need some excitement. Something to get my blood whishing around in a spin cycle. Maybe that hot guy over there could use some help with his permanent press. I could show him some provocative folding techniques.
Oop! Here he comes. He must have seen me staring at him.
“Hi, my name is Sam. Would you happen to have change for a dollar? I seem to have run out of quarters.”
“Carol. We could share a dryer, if you like.”