grandma asked about him while she was warming tortillas and i did my usual hilarious explanation of why nothing is happening and everything is casual. she just said do you like seeing him, mija, which was rude because there wasn't a funny answer ready. yes, i do, especially when he remembers something i said instead of just asking if i'm at the gym. said that part out loud and felt embarrassed, then relieved she wasn't going to screenshot it for a committee. she handed me a tortilla and moved on to whether i wanted beans. honestly excellent interviewing technique, get the information and feed the witness instead of requesting a full relationship forecast

i keep reading his message for tone and suddenly remembered how many times a caller assumes i'm mad because i'm typing and talking at once. half my sentences probably sound like i resent the existence of punctuation when i'm actually hunting for the right screen. so maybe his short answer meant he was busy. maybe it meant he didn't want to talk. incredible investigation, we have established two possibilities and spent forty minutes on them. i started writing a follow-up, deleted the clever version, then left a normal question there unsent. i can explain a complicated appeal without panicking but asking someone what they're doing saturday apparently requires legal review

took my headset off at lunch and could still feel the little dent behind my ear like it had left a representative there to supervise me. went outside for approximately one minute, phoenix immediately tried to cook my face, returned to the break room and actually sat somewhere that wasn't my desk. i stretched my legs out and noticed my jaw was still doing the customer service clench even though nobody was talking to me. by the end of lunch it had loosened enough that chewing didn't feel like another assignment. back upstairs the headset felt weirdly heavy for something so small. the cat weighs more and contributes equally little to my monthly income