It’s time to enjoy the skin you have. Consider yourself
comely up close. It’s miles away from a pair of Monday
interviews. You wouldn’t imagine it now, but they will
each last a year. It’s a boutique investment bank and
you’re experiencing a crisis in penmanship, cover
as much of the manila as possible in blue Sharpie.
And please bring resumes.
Food’s here. Kenta follows me to the side of the stage
yelling “Jenny Jones!” “Jenny Jones!” I always laugh
and wonder what’s inside that joke. Or if I’m on it.
