My period returns. It's a little on the heavy/crampy side.
I cut out ads from the Sunday paper and work on resumes after work
at the office. My printer at home is an ink-jet; here it's laser all the
way. Later, I will feel slightly guilty when Jay has to shake up the toner.
But only slightly. And I leave my cast-off resumes in the recycle bin for
all to see.
Andy interrupts my furtive work with a story about a baby shower he
attended over the weekend. He explains all the funny games and gag gifts.
He seems delighted to have participated in this social convention.
Because I am Pinocchio-like in my lying, I confess to building a
resume and try to force information out of Andy about our future with The
Company. He says he doesn't blame me for working on my options, but that
he hopes that after the axe falls, I won't get myself into a work situation
that I can't get out of if "something happens." I agree to this and send
out three applications.
