@mink: I started my summer job today. It was terrible. I hate it more than Dick Van Dyke’s fake accent in Mary Poppins.
@alex: WHOA. That’s a lot of hate, gov’ner! Are you still working with your mom like last summer? Or am I not supposed to ask? Is this a Forbidden Zone topic? I’m mentally checking the list and don’t see it on there.
@mink: Not my mom. (It’s on the list, but I’ll give you a break this time. The list IS kinda long.)
@alex: You can shorten it any time you’d like. Say the word and I’ll give you my e-mail. Or even my *gasp* real name!
@mink: o.O
@alex: All right, all right. Tell me about your terrible, no-good, really bad day. Does your boss suck?
@mink: Eh. Too soon to tell. I got stuck with the crap assignment and one of my coworkers is a colossal dickbag. He’s going to make my life miserable. I can already tell.
@alex: Make him miserable right back. You are Mink! Hear you roar!
@mink: *cough* *sputter* *broken meow*
@alex: Chin up. You’ll best this loser. Boys are dumb.
@mink: So true. How was your day, BTW?
@alex: Not bad. Now that summer’s started, I’m back to the full-time, two-job routine. Usually I get all the dimwit coworkers at my main job, but maybe they sent them your way. Besides, I’m still holding out hope that my groovy friend Mink might get up the nerve to come visit her dad this summer and come see North by Northwest at the film festival with me. How can you resist Hitchcock? (And you call yourself a film snob. Prove it!)