tonight i had a date with my favorite handsome brother. there were far more employees than shoppers at porto rico and they let us break the rules and take down all the cannisters and sniff them (for freshness). i enjoy watching him being fussy about things. i enjoy being with him and not having to prove anything or be anything in particular. it's fun to fuss over him and indulge him and observe the way he moves in the world. i forgot to ask him if he's been reading the wild book of poetry the b.p. gave me.
speaking of the b.p., he may have been right about my change of venue, after all. although high-strung, the office folks have a very frank and easy way with one another. people seem to come right out with their concerns and frustrations, and i don't sense a lot of deep currents or grudges. it's funny getting used to the sensation of not being beneath consideration. i begin to understand how one might be content to work at the same place for years. one of the largest pieces, of course, is having a salary that gives me just a little breathing room. then again, what would be the point of financial breathing room if i felt that work was sucking the life out of me?