wildcat

I was one of the last people on the bus this morning before the bus driver closed the doors on the rest of the crowd. It doesn't matter that the last snowstorm was only a month ago - if that. Victoria collapses into chaos when the flakes hit. Buses going into ditches. Crammed into a very tiny space with someone standing on my foot until we hit downtown, then I squirrelled past people and changed shape to stuff myself between awkward bodies to get off the bus and out onto the street, the icy street.

The interview for the permanent position at the downtown branch was strange and short. I'm left with no idea whether I answered everything well or if I faltered somewhere and bunged it all up. Couldn't tell you. They've retooled some of the questions and a couple of them threw me entirely off. The suit doesn't quite fit me as well as it could, either, so I was uncomfortable. And my mouth did that dry thing that always happens when I speak in public, as if saliva is a foreign and entirely impossible substance which can not exist within the confines of my body. Afterward I strung my way back into the streets and ran into Gloriee. She's working four jobs right now.