I'm still at work.

I realized today that if I stand up and look out the window above my cubicle, I can see the Hollywood sign.

I've been going to lunch at this place called Astro Burger, down the street at Melrose and Gower. The women behind the counter have severe lipliner arches on their faces and ponytails so slick their hair looks fake. The posters on the wall cover two subjects: tourist locations in Greece and the Gardenburger.

I come in alone. Get my (superfluous) main entre, (main attraction) fried zucchini, and coke and take up half of whichever two-seater booth in the corner is available. I turn on my cell phone. But no one has left me a voicemail telling me that my stunning resume wowed them under their desk and they must, without further delay, employ me at my earliest possible convenience. So. I call my mom.

Tomorrow maybe I should go to the healthy place across the street.

Probably not.

Labels: los angeles is weird., work.

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