twenty easy monthly payments

on a slow day at the office i dread the three hours between 3pm and closing. bored. boring. missing afternoon games. thinking about buying a new pair of scrubs.

every day i do a lot of word-fumbling on the phone--answering calls, confirming appointments, talking to insurance companies and customer service. and then there's the sweaty armpits and dry mouth i get while dealing with peoples in persons.

just imagine me, a girl who is comfortable going days without uttering real-life words to a single person, trying to convince a penny-pinching asian mother to spend ten thousand dollars on braces for three of her kids. terrifying.

otherwise, it is a decent job. i only work four days a week, which is both bad and good because of how poor i am and how i never want to go to work.

in fact, i barely make enough money to drive to work and make money. raise! raise! raise!