Appalachia Year

The photo I was going to post today was of a little vegetable man with a clementine orange for a head, parsley sprigs for hair, celery stalks for arms and legs, and a carrot torso, constructed from the raw materials readily available at the restaurant. I think I wanted to caption it "hardly working." Dicking around at work is enjoyable. I was so happy to have my research assistant job this fall because it meant that I wouldn't be on my feet for hours at a time, smiling falsely for strangers, coming home smelling like garlic and shawarma beef. I managed to forget that working at a specific place, with other people, has a normalizing effect. I forgot that having a job is a social outlet.

I lost my phone though, which means I also lost that picture. Nick recently gave me a keyfinder keychain. When I whistle, it beeps at me so I can recover my misplaced car keys. Really, though, I need that device for my house keys, my camera, my cell phone, my shoes, my driver's license..