Y’know, not having a job really sounds nice, in theory.
But it actually SUCKS. Hard.
And not just because of the “having-no-money” thing.
There’s also the “stupid-parents-won’t-stop-nagging-you-about-finding-a-new-job” thing.
Or the “filling-out-job-applications-until-your-fingers-are-ready-to-fall-off” thing.
And let’s not forget the “sitting-around-at-home-all-day-bored-out-of-your-mind” thing.
Which usually leads to the “daily-reminder-of-what-a-complete-and-utter-fuckup-you-are” thing. But I should probably be used to that by now.
As for today, well… That was full of the good old “walking-all-over-town-dropping-off-applications-and-pretending-to-actually-give-a-shit” thing.
Which I suck at.
Anyway, it was pretty damn tiring pretending to be so sweet and peppy, and I really needed a drink. Or three. But it was 11am… And I guess even I have my limits. Sometimes.
So I decided a coffee would be better than nothing, right? And there are plenty of decent cafes around the city, at least.
Too bad I didn’t pick one of them.
I should have known something was up when I saw how long the line was. They only had one guy working the counter, and he was slow as friggin’ molasses.
Good thing he was so easy on the eyes. That made things a LITTLE better, I guess.
But I was still pissed. I just wanted my coffee, damn it! It took him forever. And he kept giving me these weird looks while he was making it. What a creep!
After about five years, he finally gave it to me, and I went to find a seat.
I was so upset that I think my brain wasn’t working right or something. I mean, the guy looked SO familiar. But I just couldn’t figure out where I’d seen him before. I was still thinking about it, actually, when he just waltzed right over and started talking to me. Can you believe it?
He asked me if I was enjoying my coffee (It was actually pretty damn good… But WAY too much foam!), so I just told him it was great and hoped he’d leave me alone… But that creeper actually sat down next to me! What the Hell? I guess the next shift must have taken over or something, because he wasn’t going anywhere.
I tried to ignore him, but he just kept staring at me with this
adorable stupid smile on his face.
“What?!” I remember asking him.
Then he smiled even wider, and told me he remembered me from last week at the club.
I knew I’d seen him somewhere!
I still thought this guy was a friggin’ weirdo… but I guess I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to tell him how much I’d enjoyed his playing. I mean, it’d be rude not to, wouldn’t it?
Anyway, I found out his name’s Humberto Flores – Yeah, I know. What the Hell kind of name is that?! – and I guess he just moved here a few weeks ago. Something about “looking for his destiny”? HA! Sounds like the shit my dad likes to spew sometimes, or write about in his dumb books.
I was pretty proud of myself for managing to get through the whole conversation without rolling my eyes, or laughing out loud at the poor guy.
But… I guess it wasn’t so bad getting to know him. Even if he’s a little weird. He was kinda nice. And interesting. And I mean, now that I think about it, it was probably the first real conversation I’ve
But I really should have gotten that coffee to go, instead of sticking around and getting roped into that dumb conversation. Half the friggin’ morning gone, and I’d only dropped off three applications. My parents were PISSED when I got home, of course. Asked me what I’d been doing all that time.
I tried to explain to them that it was all because of that weirdo at the café, but do you think they’d listen to me? Of course not! No one ever does.
Next time I’ll have to try somewhere different for my coffee I guess. Somewhere with a barista who’s not a creeper. And not as chatty. And who knows how much foam to put in my latte. Dummkopf.
Featuring Humberto from VirtuaLee’s Cursed Beauty