Crazy night last night with D– and M–. We went to…oh, there goes my focus…Back at the green bar. Fired. No job, no obligations, nothing to do but sit around in this cafe. I should be applying for jobs, of course, at every single moment of existence wherein I am not employed, but…my brain is too fuzzy to come up with an original phrase. I’m just repeating the same thing over and over.
The clientele here are more professional, yuppie types than at O, where it’s all neighbourhood bros and students. It’s not as comfortable to sit at this bar because the small space creates a pressure to leave. The window at O is my favourite place to sit. A view of the neighbourhood, surrounded by beautiful women. Here, I can see the same platinum blonde that works at SC, who does her hip thrusts in the morning at the Y. D– is like my sister, one of those people who, on a night out, stops and talks to everyone along the way. I know a few people—at the buvette last night, I remembered the name of an old colleague from L. I really appreciate him asking me my name. It was more respectful than not bothering.