This is a picture of me finally with my hair down at the end of a long workday. I work at a Grocery store in manhattan. These are our dingey lockers where we keep our pens (they get stolen if we leave them on our registers) and our sad little lunches. You can see my seltzer hanging from my bag. I like this picture cause my eyelashes look as dramatic as I feel and because the angry skeleton represents how I feel about this new job that I’m working for minimum wage. I feel angry and dead. lol cheers!
The Blue Novella 