four

call it the new moon, call it leftover roast beef hash, but for reasons inexplicable, i feel the need to tell you things about myself in fours. (look for installments, i wouldn't want to overwhelm anyone.)

employment history

first: hancock fabrics, cashier/general girl of all work, where i huddled next to the bulk fleece while someone robbed the bank next door at gunpoint and where i swept and swept and swept and listened to a lady named marge wearing a maroon apron tell me about her gall bladder and her hip replacement

second: the valley racket club, pool attendant, where i read les miserables and measured my life in fifteen minute increments, stamping the hands of small children covered in blue popsicles and watching them flex their muscles

third: at&t corporate office, personal assistant to the tech in charge of the Y2K switchover, where i ate yogurt and wrote out my boss's travel plans with a sharpie marker on giant sheets of paper

fourth: writing fellow, brigham young university, where i told other students that their papers sucked and spent a lot of time in a very small office laughing at a certain person named sarah olson who has now disappeared (or is at school in berkeley)