This morning back to work.

One of the boys climbing into the big rig thought I was a new girl starting at their school.

I was less flattered by the fact that I am a good decade past that than by the fact that he assumed me capable of behavioral disturbance of a caliber that would earn me a place at this particular high school.

Back to class after that.

Mentioned that need to make a resume to start applying for jobs and soon thereafter needed a paper bag to breathe into as the lone boy in our class incredulously said, "You haven't made a resume?"

Well shit. I thought I was doing alright timeline-wise. I have a bit of a complex about paying all this money for all of this school and then having to work at a 7-11 because I can't find a job.

Events like this don't so much help it out.

It's cold here and I do not like it.

Also I wish that hanging out with my svelte siblings didn't make me feel like such a complete unattractive chub.

Bleh.