They didn't have a single polo shirt of any size in stock at the work uniform company OR anywhere in the restaurant. They offered me a different, button up shirt, just for tonight... the only shirt they had anywhere and it was an XL.
Needless to say, when I tucked it into my pants, it tucked down halfway past the breast pocket! I had a pocket coming out of my belt, a baggy hump on my back and sleeves that hung down a foot from my arms.
I suggested that they didn't want me on the floor like that and that they reschedule my shifts for tonight and tomorrow morning so I can go and hopefully pick up the shirts the uniform woman ordered for me tomorrow.
When I got home, I got some good writing news about Ribcage: Volume 1 and some possible publicity and then my father telling me to write a book proposal for The After Fat. That he wants to get that to St. Martin's Press for me.
That would be two book proposals I'm working on now, the other being a secret, as well as writing The After Fat and Ribcage and compiling Ribcage: Volume 2.
It's a good time to start cleaning tables!
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