The interview resulted in
a job offer right off the bat. I have to spend the next week deciding my fate: Misery or unemployment. It seems almost unfair to think about not taking a job in these lean times—I need the cash flow.
One of the guys informed me that an ex of mine got a boob job. I don’t know how I feel about that. It’s as if a nice little pair a boobs just no longer exists. Like they died, or something. I’m mourning those little boobs. Now I wonder if she got that third nipple removed. It wasn’t an egregious one—it looked more like a mole, but if you spent time staring at it, it was definitely a third nipple. I wouldn’t mourn that extra nipple. Just the little boobs.
