I was tricked into thinking I had a day off finally. My supervisor called me and asked if I could work since someone called out. This was me:
Working there.. I can tell it gets very clique-y. I don't know how much I like that aspect of it. Maybe it's because they're so young. Not that I'm old at 23, but there is a large gap in between my 23, and about five of their 18-19-20.
Now, I am getting lost in the sounds of Mr. Ocean and the nostalgia of flipping through images I've once captured when I lived in LA and thought I was so cool taking all these cool pictures. No. They were ok.
Aw, man. Until next time. Please know I haven't reached happiness quite yet, but I can sense it is in my not too distant future.
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