Part of me is mourning the loss of what respect others have had for me and part of me is figuring I was never respected in the first place. I'm not sure which option bothers me more.
So I've been overdosing on Lost episodes, staring into space listening to Elbow and trying not to open my mouth much at work.
Everyone, including customers, ask me what's wrong. I simply tell them I'm tired. "I know how that feels." Indeed. That's why it's such a perfect lie.
I need to get paid to work by myself.