Thirty years ago today
I
thought a lot about the argument I’d had with my boss the day before because of
me telling Spud to fuck off. He told me that I had an attitude problem towards
working in the warehouse. I think he misunderstood and made too much of the
general air that I carried around. He warned me that my position there was
borderline. It seemed to all boil down to the fact that I never said hi to him.
I
didn’t have much money so I couldn’t pick up my film or my cleaning. I went
downtown, made one colour copy of my collage and then walked back.
Brenda
called to ask me what movies were playing but she didn’t invite me to go.
Nancy
started a new job.
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