My new job is hella swanky.

So I intern at an office job, and I was totally expecting to do photocopy and coffee runs all summer, but lo and behold I show up to work on Monday and they have work for me to do. Pretty soon I realized I would rather be doing coffee runs. But it’s actually not so bad. I take Caltrain to work every day (Cat’s out of the bag. I live in the Bay Area.), and it’s a nice opportunity to relax before and after work. Everybody else has like fancy-ass modern glasses and is working on shit and I’m just like, “nah. I’m going to vegetate.” But the people on Caltrain totally restore my faith in humanity. On Monday, the Caltrain officer as I was getting ready to get off the train was like, “I bet you’re excited to go to work today,” to which I replied, “Actually, I am, because today’s my first day.” And so he wished me luck and the next day somebody who gets off at the same station as me was like, “How was your first day?” And I just kJSDnfksdnfks you’re so nice it was great thank you. And on my way home Tuesday, some jerk made kissy faces at me and the guy next to me told him to stop being pathetic and fuck off. God bless. But enough about Caltrain. My office is a block away from a comic shop, which I took full advantage of today. Exercising restraint like yeah. Everybody is super nice, especially my boss, who’s only like 25 and bought me lunch on Monday and plays ping-pong with me when he thinks I’m working too hard and you know he kind of looks like a half Asian Joseph Gordon-Levitt so I’m not going to complain. Also I get paid. Which is nice.