It's February. I still have not been given a regular position at Lacy's. I'm still considered seasonal. My fellow co-workers who were hired as seasonal around the same time as me have all picked up shiny positions with all the perks. I don't know what to do. I keep asking when I'll be given a solid position. It's stressful. I feel like I'm being given the run around, which is fine, I just need to know what to do. On a side note, my cheeks have never been rosier since I have an assortment of blush testers at my disposal. My secret is that I keep the new testers hidden so that I am the only one able to use them. I feel like there is something inherently wrong with this, but I'm barely scraping by so I'll be damned if my cheeks are going to suffer in a colorless world. There's always more going on, but I can't get into it all right now.
Jade: You should get a grip on something because Rose is coming.
Michael: Oh shit.
Michael is startled out of her daydream,
Michael: No, I'm good. A red lip will always suffice.
Tanya: Have you gotten hired on to one of the beauty brands yet?
Tanya: Yeah, but you are so friendly. The customers love you. They'll figure something out for you.
Michael: Oh I'm sure they will. I haven't given up.
Tanya: Why did you give up on your marriage?
Michael: That's a very specific question.
Michael: Oh. I don't even know what to say.
Tanya: What went wrong? You were with him for awhile right?
Later on Michael joins her friends at the mini mart,
Michael: Eh. It was work.
Patrick: Great. Practice for the competition has been good. They love the suit. It's cool. I miss regular clothes though.
David: They're fancy plates that act like a place-mat for the plates you eat off of.
Michael: Hey guys! I'm almost ready.
To be continued!