Yesterday, I was working on the computer. My buddy Sandy, who’s somewhere in her 80’s, was tagging clothes. I was sitting in between Sandy and the trash can. At one point, Sandy gets up with a little box full of trash, walks behind me, and says:
“Watch out, Steph, I’m right behind you… I have to dump.”
I looked over at my friend Kim and she looked at me and we laughed without noise so hard that I think I hurt myself.
Last week, Sandy was telling her friend Jane about her aunt who had recently passed away. Apparently, the aunt passed away in her home, and Sandy was in charge of paying for the burial. However, all the rest of us heard during a lull in our conversations was:
“And you can’t just leave a body layin’ on the floor, for Christsakes…”
These are the conversations that I walk into when I’m not paying attention. “You can’t just leave a body layin’ on the floor”. I mean, it’s true, I suppose. But wow.
The hiring board at the ad agency is reviewing my portfolio, so we’ll see if I get an interview. I really, really want this job. But man, I am really going to miss the Silver Foxy Ladies I work with right now.