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But if she was herself only at lunch, who was she the rest of the time? Was she someone else? Were those, the majority of hours, nothing? Or were they the truth?
— Aurelie Sheehan in The Anxiety of Everyday Objects. This sounds eerily similar to what went on inside my head when I worked at xxx. I kept telling myself it’s only a day job, what you do doesn’t define who you are. A job is for paying the bills, right? Fun is for after five! So I did my best to do the responsible thing—that is, until I finally decided life’s too short for this shit. But anyway (sorry for the rant ;) all I meant to say was, I loved this book! Am keeping on the lookout for more of her stuff.