KRISTA OVERBY BEST FRIEND

I have to tell you about this woman I’ve been working with here at Bonds R Us. She’s perfectly nice and if I sensed even a tiny tiny bit of malice on her bobbed blond head I would be upset by her behavior, but because she comes across, instead, as a bumbling Alzheimer’s patient, I forgive her. And you should too.

So this is what she does.

Pretty much every other day I’ve worked here she has asked me what my name was. “what’s your name again?” is her common phrase of choice. “Um, Krista!” I reply. Hoping that if I seem unsure of my own name it might make her feel less upset by her own forgetfulness…every day. However, she really doesn’t seem that ashamed that she forgets. Instead it’s like she forgets, she has forgotten my name before. Now, in case you’ve forgotten, this is my 3rd week temping here! And she sits right next to me. Haha.

And today something occurred that put the icing on the cake. She came over to me and said, “Do you know they serve free breakfast in the break room?” Um, hello, I’m a temp, I knew that before I even started working here! We know these things! Hell, you people who read this blog knew they served free breakfast in the break room. I didn’t even know how to respond to that. If it were anyone else I probably would have said something smartassy in response, but because she probably has sustained a traumatic brain injury or is currently fighting off brain eating organisms I just replied with a happy, “Yes I did and it is good”.

This is my last week in New York, my friends. I am sad. Sad to be leaving this gorgeous city. Sad to be leaving good friends. But I am also excited. Excited for spending my entire summer at camp. Excited to move to a new city in August. Excited to meet new friends. New York has been good to me. It has also sucked the life force out of my body and spit out a broken shell of a girl. That’s what makes this city so confusing. On one hand it offers you the world, but with its other hand it punches you hard in the gut and then laughs at you. New York, thanks for the concerts, the culture, the book lovers, the colors, the laughs, and the punches. I’ll miss you, but I won’t have as many bruises where I’m heading.

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