In the afternoon sun, in the chaise lounge, reading; wearing only a pair of sweat pants and some Dior sunglasses, I am interrupted by my farther. Who has brought me a coffee, despite a tray of drinks laying in front of me.
I tell him, half interested, half still reading, that I have applied for two jobs today. He congratulates me, and suggests that perhaps I should look for work in the local bars. I brush off this suggestion, simply saying "not an option" and continue from where I left off, even though I have just read the same paragraph three times over.